Florida Georgia Line


If you leave Savannah and head southwest across the body of Georgia you cross through a lot of farmland. Peanut plantations, peach orchards, pecan orchards, and fields and crops of every kind. If your timing is right, you can see miles and miles of cotton fields in bloom. November reveals a progression of harvest to me; fields in bloom, fields with bare plants and bales of cotton parked along the sides, and some fields that are already cleaned down to the earth.
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We pull over to look at a field more closely. Brian hasn’t seen the cotton plants with bowls bursting open before, and I think they’re beautiful and want to stop for a close up.
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We keep riding west toward the Chattahoochee River while I sing Alan Jackson’s song in my helmet. We’ve been riding alongside swampland since the Carolina coast and stop to take a photo alongside Banks Lake just before the Chattahoochee.
Banks Lake
Banks Lake
Just ahead we cross the Chattahoochee River and ride into Florida, and will be here all of about 15 minutes on my way to Alabama…the last of the 50 states for me.
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2 comments

  1. Having grown up on a cotton farm, your post takes me back to a different time of youth, innocents and a much simpler time coupled with hard work and close family of relatives (grandparents, 27 aunts/uncles and 42 first cousins)… Thanks for the memories… Ride safe…

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