This article could very well be entitled “the day nobody knew where we were.”
I thought about giving it the title “another tale of the Altamaha” but it involves three rivers.
I had always wanted to see where the Oconee and the Ocmulgee rivers collide near Lumber City, Ga. to form Georgia’s largest river, the Altamaha.
B. J. and I had discussed traveling to the location by boat or maybe locating a road that would take us to where the three rivers join. However, there was another way to reach the coming together of the Oconee, the Ocmulgee and the Altamaha--walk.
It was early when I punched still sleeping B. J. and said, “Let’s do it!”
B. J., coming out of her deep sleep, drowsily answered, “Do what?”
“Let’s walk up the Altamaha to the joining of those rivers.”
“What!?” You mean you woke me up just for that?”
“Well, okay if you want too.”
Shortly, we hit the floor, ate a hearty breakfast, packed a picnic lunch, loaded up and headed to where Highway 221 crosses the Altamaha between Hazlehurst and Uvalda, Ga.
We parked our car near the Bridge, excitedly walked under the bridge and we were on our way. We had told no one where were going or what we were doing that day except the Lord and he wasn‘t sure such a trip was covered under the 23 Psalm. We were on our own.
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