The Roads

These are the roads I grew up on — winding ribbons of concrete rolling over the hills and hollers of East Tennessee and Western North Carolina. When I moved to Georgia, I found that plenty of those old highways connected with my new home as well, along with new ones. For the most part, these will be known highways and their little known predecessors, but occasionally I may meander off the non-beaten path further just for kicks (and Route 66 will be nowhere in sight).

You will find the sometimes underwater highway, the ruins of US25E between Newport and Morristown, remnants of US441 from Tennessee into Georgia, a railroad underpass that’s impassable when it rains, and as many downtowns passed by when new highways were built to pass them by as I can fit.


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