Monday, January 23, 2017
Rough night weather wise. I'm still up here.
"Copper Canteen" is a pretty good description of the people who lived in this county in 1986, when I moved here after leaving the service.
But it's not a whole lot like that now. First, the sewing plants and chicken farms, and the lumber mills shut down after NAFTA. Then all the young people left when they graduated High School. After that, Zell Miller, the governor of Georgia, built a four lane road up here so people from other places could get into the county. We got flooded with well off people from Florida and South Georgia who wanted "summer houses" or who moved to the mountains year round. It's a really different place now. Big flashy golf course. A huge marina on the lake for people to park their pontoon boats. Every fast food joint in the world all crowded around the four lane. The old center of town is pawn shops and cheap motels now.
I liked it better back then.
We had a big storm last night, and it was a bad one. I can see from the porch that I have some trees down on the jeep trail. I would imagine there are a lot more down where I can't see. And the old forest service road will have trees down. Nobody but me here to clear all that. Time was, everybody who lived out here came out and cleared the roads. But now, either they are too old, or they are transplants who would never dream of doing that. It's not their job.
I came back from Chattanooga once, along the river road. A deep, wide river on one side of the road, sheer rock walls on the other. Traffic stopped. I sat there awhile and then I walked up to see what had happened. There was a little rock slide, and there were rocks in the road. And all these stupid people were sitting in their cars waiting for the road department to come fix it, but how was any road crew going to get in there?
I starter rolling rocks off the road. After a bit, two college boys came and helped me. But nobody else. The rest of them just sat there and watched us. When we got the road clear, everybody just drove on by. That's not how people used to be up here. I can't account for it.
Well. I guess I better change into my work clothes. I need to be able to get in and out of here and it isn't going to fix itself.