the scenic route

My buddies, Pete & Jim, were off to the races - the vintage motorcycle races outside Birmingham, Alabama.  I decided to go along for the ride.  At least the part through the rolling hills of western Georgia - that cherished rural ride from so many past trips.

Pete had mapped his route out on his GPS.  Mine was strickly routed from long-term memory.  After nearly seven hours of riding (Florida to Georgia), we came upon a stop sign. Pete comes up along side of me and signals left - and I want to go right. We pull over to discuss the different benefits.

Shortly, the local Sheriff Deputy shows up to give us a hand. Now our new friend, Deputy S.A. Ogle provides some assistance, "to the left is your shortcut, if that's what your wanting."  I personally know most of these backroads, but Pete & Jim take his advice, take the left - the truck route.  I turn right - the scenic rural route.  Being a local, our good natured Deputy Ogle never could figure out my use of the term "scenic".

By nightfall, that right turn had put me on that road for another 5 hours, but finally I stopped. Dinner - Fresh Perch with fried Okra and some of those seasonal deep-fried corn nuggets at Oscar's Soul Food, in Morgan, Georgia.


At the crossroads - Pete, Jim and Sheriff Deputy, S.A. Ogle.

Ebenezer Baptist Church

Cotton fields

Alfalfa harvest

Mom's 'home cookin' and Last Supper

On the road to Plains, Georgia - to say "Hi" to Jimmy Carter

Drugstore and Soda Fountain - bought a handful of "Squirrel Nut Zippers"

7:30 pm - still a little to early for dinner - just me an Oscar.  He's in the kitchen cookin' up the Perch  

Oscar's Soul Food - Morgan, GA