A while back I picked on the state of Alabama for things being a bit different down there. To be honest, I have to say that the same is true here in Georgia. In my travels about on my bike I see no end of odd things. Perhaps the weirdest road I travel down, however, is Log Town road. Now, I'm not actually sure if there is a place called Log Town anywhere along this road as there doesn't seem to be much in the way of population concentration out past Yatesville on GA-74.
Once I go through this small town that holds an annual Chitlin Hoedown I continue to ride south (As a side note, I make it a point to ride through the Hoedown every year on my bike. I see it as a protest sort of thing. In talking it up around the area with other cyclists I've gotten several others to do the same thing. Spinning through a crowd of truly ample people celebrating fired hog intestines is a sort of consciencious objection for me.). About a mile or so down the road I come to a very odd thing. The tower pictured with this blog.
From the looks of things it is built on a big piece of property that the road sort of runs right through what may have been an old plantation at some point. There's a house with an old water tower that looks like it was built just for the house (that's it in the background) and then you have the pond and the weird tower. No one I've talked to knows why it was built, but it looks like some old observatory or something. Rumor has it that the guy who owns the property wears exactly one set of clothes for any given period. He goes to Wal-Mart, buys his outfit and then wears it continuously until it wears out. I guess he sleeps in it too. I think I tried that for one week back when I was twelve. When the outfit is near tatters, he goes and buys a new one.
Further down the road is the world's loneliest softball field. It's about eight miles down the road from Yatesville and there's basically nothing around it. You sort of have a diamond with something of a backstop but instead of bleachers or dugouts you have picnic benches and what looks like some bench seats out of old trucks and mini-vans. It's out in the middle of nowhere and I can't imagine who would have used it at some point. I wanted to get a picture to add here but there was really no good way to try to show it to you so you'll just have to use your imagination and see this open area next to the road surrounded by pine barrens and kudzu.
Anyways, the road ends down at US 19 which takes me to Americus and Albany if I ever desire to go that way. So far, I've usually just headed back north and west to Thomaston. The road is in good shape, however, and lightly used so it's a great place to ride.
More from the road later.
Thanks for reading.
