Unfortunately, these cars are hard to find, so we will be going far and wide to find them. Today we are on our way to Cleveland to pick up a car. No, not Cleveland, Ohio - that would not be on my list of places to go before I die. We're on our way to Cleveland, Georgia, and yes, I realize this doesn't count as one of my "back roads trips to South Carolina towns". But we are taking the back roads anyway because that's the way we enjoy traveling - enjoying "the one less traveled by", as Robert Frost would say. We just went through Fountain Inn's main street - not much to see except a great old mill - turned into an auction barn. I love auctions! Then we come across a neat old place that sells every kind of garden statue imaginable!
|Old Mill Auction Barn - Fountain Inn, SC|
|Garden Statue Heaven - near Pelzer, SC|
The rain has set in as we drive into the foothills of Georgia. We should have checked out the weather forecast before we started out to pick up a convertible with no top! I'm having to listen to a little grumbling and muttering about that - apparently Henry doesn't share my distaste for bad words. But after a delicious meal of Citrus Grilled Chicken at Longhorn Steak House, spirits are lifted.
We just crossed over the Chattahoochie River. Uh oh, isn't that the river where the movie Deliverance was filmed? It's spooky through here with the rain and fog and I'm looking to be accosted by a bunch of crazies at every bend in the road. What's scarier still is we're only five minutes from our destination. Do we dare get out?
We're here, and no crazies here unless you count me and Henry. This torrential downpour has half the parking lot under water! But we don't have to worry about this little car getting wet - it already is. I can tell our delicious lunch mood wasn't going to last long.
|The object of our trip - a car minus the top|
|The Original BabyLand General Hospital|
It was rainy and foggy and a beautiful blue mist hung over the mountains as we drove back home. And finally we were heading back out of the hills of Georgia and pushing our way back into South Carolina with a little blue car on our bumper. I felt a little like Richard Petty's wife - pulling our new race car behind us. And I'm glad to report there was no serious profanity used - just a few of the four letter "s" word which Henry scatters into his vocabulary when he's not happy. If the devil did happen to be riding with us, we left him in Georgia because.....well, you know how the rest of the song goes. It's in the title. He was lookin' for a soul to steal, and some of those crazies down along the banks of the Chattahoochi might just have one available.