Red clay, some areas redder than others, and ramshackle shacks were my first sights of Georgia. Years ago, I was on the train, and that gave me a good vantage point of the parts of Georgia one doesn’t see every day as a traveller.
I was mesmerized with the sights: The soil was a red, rusty iron color; so many of the homes along the railroad tracks were wooden with layers of tar paper on the walls and roofs; fields were swathed in an emerald green lushness; hawks glided in the pale blue sky.
Travelling by train is enjoyable for me, and in addition to the sights, there are interesting people with whom one can interact.
Since then, I made several trips to Georgia, all by car. A train trip might soon be in order.
Currently, I am working on a book of my travel experiences, of the whacky places I visited, and the zany people I met along the way. I’ll be sharing a few excerpts here on my blog. I expect the book to be finished summer of 2018.
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