The Chastain Farms
Today was Sunday – a day we’d decided to take as a personal day, to explore and get in touch with the surrounding area. We picked a lake up on a little mountain, in a state park within a national forest, and mapped a route that avoided major roads, and took us meandering through the back roads, hills, and valleys.
We pulled into a little dead end and found a decommissioned railroad bridge over a creek, and decided to check it out.
Further down the road, an unposted drive to the simplified remains of a structure beckoned to us.
Then we hit the road up into the mountains. Or hills. Whatever, They seem mountainous enough for me, There were kids riding longboards down the hills up at the tops, and 4×4 truck offroaders down in the bottoms (complete with huge Confederate flags waving from their roofs) – but only a handful of each, and they were almost the only humans we encountered all day.
Then off to the next ruins and discoveries