21-Feb-2000 -- It’s a holiday! Thanks to ol' George and Abe, my
neighbor Vic and I had the day off. So with a few minutes of planning and
another Hardee breakfast we set off at 0800 hours on a new confluence
hunt. This time we went south of our hometown of Centerville down Interstate
75 to the city of Cordele. Getting off the superhighway, (if you are passing
through Georgia from parts unknown on your way to Disney World, it’s the
turnoff with the big Atlas rocket) we turned to the west on US 280 and
headed off toward Lake Blackshear. Passing by the Georgia Veteran's
Memorial State Park to our right, on the lake, we went on down the road four
miles to the huge city of Cobb. Really, Cobb was so small we blew right past
the turnoff back to the north. It was a small paved road that soon turned
into a dirt road made of the typical Georgia red clay (picture #2). This road
led to an even smaller dirt road to the right. We followed this until the GPS
unit pointed 90 degrees to our left. There just happened to be a turnoff into
the field right where we needed it, so this is where we parked the car (picture
#7). The confluence is over the slight rise in the extreme left in the picture.
There just also happened to be a big No Trespassing sign at this turnoff
also (picture #3). Since this was in a very large commercial cotton field that
was harvested months ago, we could see for miles in all directions, the
southern people are very friendly, and we felt we could talk our way out of
any charges, we took a calculated risk and went for it.
The confluence was about a quarter mile into the field. From the car
we had to walk up a slight hill and down toward a marshy runoff (picture #4).
I was hoping that we would find the spot before we had to cross the ditch
and approach the wellstand and pump for the industrial sprinkler on the
other side. This would greatly reduce our chances of getting off if we were
caught in the field. We found the point about 25 yards from the water (picture
#1). We took a picture of each other in the spot. This is me (picture #5) and
Vic (picture #6).
Leaving the cotton patch, we followed our TopoZone map up the road
to find where the landing strip was, but didn’t see anything that resembled a
runway. Just more of the same cotton fields. Leaving there we stopped in
at an honest-to-goodness redneck store complete with a bait shop and its
own hotdog restaurant and grabbed a soft drink. Deciding not to take the
interstate highway back, we took back roads up to the city of Vienna,
home of "The Big Pig Jig." We finally arrived home at 1100
hours, tired but happy.