The story of Oconee Town…
Now called Rock Landing…
Now referred to as Rock Landing, and remembered as the place where William Bartram forded the Oconee River, it once was home to a Native American tribe. William faithfully recorded their exodus and struggles from this spot on the Oconee River.
5 miles south…
Rock Landing is about 5 miles south of Milledgeville GA. Before setting out, I dug around on maps online, pinpointing the location of Rock Landing and a road that seemed to stop about 100 feet short of it.
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Listening to the Law of Attraction…
I set out to Milledgeville, with a couple of friends on a slightly overcast day in August. We listened to Ester Hicks latest workshop on Abraham on the way down. As she regales us with ways we can use the Law of Attraction to manifest our deepest desires, a voice from the back seat says: The women’s jail is up here on the right.
at the Women’s Jail.
Now, here I am wondering, how does an 18-year old boy from Macon know where the women’s jail in Madison is? Then I start thinking about wouldn’t it be cool if Ester did her next workshop in a women’s jail? Instead of with the well-fed middle classes?
Why don’t they pave it?
Just outside of Milledgeville, we hang a left, then a right. The road I located ends at King’s Road, but continues on, on the other side, as a dirt road. My friend in the front seat is all freaked out. She’s from New Jersey, the land of paved roads, and has never been down a backwoods Georgia dirt road. “Why don’t they pave it?” she asks. The overcast sky gives an intense red to the clay surface of the road.
Where’s the River?
I am busy taking pictures of the road and miss the No Trespassing sign, but Cait points it out. We are now cruising on a backwoods Georgia road on private property, and hoping we aren’t greeted with a rifle.
We pass a fork, and take the one away from the house. The road goes on and on. Down into some bottomland. But I stop on the top of the hill, looking for the river, and still don’t spot it.
Trailers and Shotguns…
I decide to check out the house, perhaps someone is home and can guide us to the river. We come upon a shabby trailer, and my passengers are freaking out, sure the shotgun is to follow shortly. Instead, we round the corner and a beautiful new house sits nestled up against a forest, overlooking the ridge.
And good ol’ Bubba to the rescue….
No one is home. So, plan B. I had spied Bubba’s boat ramp on the map, where the highway crosses the Oconee in Milledgeville.
The clouds tore up….
It turns out there is a green way there. So it was there I took my pictures of the Oconee, just south of Milledgeville, and about 5 miles north of Rock Landing. The clouds tore up, and the sky became dramatic, with white fluffy clouds against an endless blue.
A Possible Perception of the Sky over the Oconee…*Opening Stanza from “The Slacks” by Trip Shakespeare.