It started out with a simple, familiar drive. A drive I drove at least once a month, I-16West to I-75North. That is, until Kelsey pulled out her handwritten directions of lefts and rights on the curved country roads through Georgia. Rolled hay stacks, orchards of pecans trees, and a series of steeple church houses composed of a variety of Christian denominations; Baptists, Methodists, Presbyterians, Lutherans, etc. all epitomize the South. We made several stops to confirm our directions, and a couple stops for the sake of a sentimental souvenir. Our favorite place, no argument, was a trading post outside of the small town of Thompson. We were greeted by an abundant amount of rabbits and a toothless, white-haired, overall-wearing man. His merchandise was all old: aged, worn, and expired; yet he managed to keep himself updated by wearing a modern pair of sunglasses. His things were overpriced as if he were charging for the layers of dust. I made no purchases, but allowed myself to indulge in taking digital photographs. Our journey continued Northeast towards Athens, where introductions were made, tours were taken, and philosophical topics were discussed.
Our hopes are to visit once more to this trading post, and if Kelsey gets engaged anytime soon this is where her wedding registry will be.
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