Little Ocmulgee State Park
McRae Georgia
I awoke to rain smattering on the tent. It's all going in the back of the car - wet or dry. By the time I got myself all dressed and ready, the rain stopped and like a robot, I loaded each item into its specific spot in the car, everything had its order. When I was down to just the tent, it began to mist again, getting the main tent damp. I hopped into the car and as I drove out of the campground, it began to pour hard. About the time I got on the exit road, I saw old Scruffy race across the grounds, he headed for a day shelter, so I drove up there and could see him standing there out of the rain, but went I pulled the car up closer, he ran out into the rain toward the lodge. I thought for a moment that the rain would deter him from fleeing my outstretched hands.
Douglas Georgia was a hoppin' place. This town had life, it had several square blocks of a downtown with businesses that were open. It even had a college, but that corridor thing was 35 miles back.
I know enough about this part of Georgia-Florida to know that from Douglas Georgia to Lake City Florida, there is an hour and 40 minutes of absolutely nothing. This is Okefenokee World, land so flat, rain can't figure out which direction to head. Now this might not impress anyone from Texas, but this is about as desolate as it gets in the southeast. There is Homerville, which was surprisingly lively, though not very big and then there is Fargo, not even a red light. There are long stretches of this road for which there isn't even any power lines. And it poured rain the entire time. Much needed rain after weeks of springtime fires in this specific area that brought smoke to South Florida.
Once you get into Florida, there just seems to be a notch of economic prosperity that Georgia doesn't produce. Maybe because the Florida money never originated in Florida.
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