First impression: Here we are in the woods. Could be Norway–we’ve had a lot of Scandinavia lately, but I’m gonna guess Canada this time. The foliage seems like young growth forest. I don’t see any structures to give me clues.
Looking around: My impression of wild woodlands dissipates, as I see a road fork to the west, while the east seems to hint at the edges of fields. It’s the sort of scenery I could imagine in parts of North Carolina or maybe a state further inland, like Ohio or Indiana. If we wanted to stick with Canada, it could still be Manitoba or parts of Quebec. The road markings don’t look European.
Heading eastward: I’m going to head eastward as there are signs and more clear signs of structures.
The forest looks PLANTED, which adds to the young growth impression. Seriously, that looks planted right? Trees growing in rows.
Yeah, we gotta be in the US somewhere. I can’t tell where from this sign, although I think that Franklin Goldwire might be a Chairman At Large? He certainly had aspirations anyway.
My structures didn’t pan out. They turned out to be stationary 18 wheeler beds or shipping containers. Scooting on down the road.
Here we are at the Clyd-Kildare and Clyd-Shanwee intersection. We came from Clyd-Shawnee, which also happens to be County Road 64.
I definitely feel like we are in the South (of the US) somewhere, honestly. No sidewalks, huge rolling lawns, trees that look vaguely threadbare and mossy at the same time, tractors!
Well, Wendell Kessler is going to throw down against Franklin Goldwire. One-upping Goldwire’s sign with a larger, red one that advertises Kessler’s desire to be the County Commission Chairman. There can be only ONE!!!!!
(And in the case where there are multiple chairmen, they rumble in the city hall parking lot, wielding gavels like switchblades.)
We won’t even mention Mr. or Ms. Anderson’s sign. It’s scarcely worth mentioning.
Well, it looks like Franklin Goldwire got the message about Wendell Kessler’s larger sign, because further down the road is a larger Goldwire sign. Take that, Kessler!
(These dudes are probably friends in real life and meet every Thursday to play poker down at the firehouse with Ladder 7. That’s my secondary brain canon.)
We pass a sign for the Mt. Zion Holy Church. The problem with church names is you don’t know if they named it for the town, or for some more pious reference.
The county chairman position so hotly contended for by Messieurs Goldwire and Kessler is in Effingham County, as it turns out. Too bad, I still don’t know what state.
We are by the Mizpah United Methodist Church. Definitely feeling Southern here.
Kessler and Goldwire are duking it out for attention at this intersection. Their signs are tense with aggression.
Oooo, a divided highway! These are usually good for divulging road numbers and the like.
And the clue needed: A gas station saying Tommy’s, Kildare, GA. Thank you, Tommy’s!
And a highway number! Georgia 21!
Found the 21 on the map.
And zoomed in, I found the Clyd-Shawnee road!!! Only it’s the Clyo-Shawnee road and it connects to a little town called Clyo. I can see where it connected to the Clyo-Kildare road. At times like this, I can see that if I had just turned the other direction coming out of my first intersection, I would have directly run into Clyo and probably figured out where I was much quicker. Whoops.
Now back to the beginning to pin down our starting spot via angle of the road and what we can see.
25.5 meters! Not bad.
I should have been telling you about the last few places we visited, but I did them super late night and was tired and forgot. Here’s what I can dig up on Clyo, now that I’ve made my guess: NUFFINK!!! It has some Zillow entries but not even a Wikipedia entry saying, Clyo, Town in Effington County, Georgia, population 126. (I don’t know. I’m guessing. Clyo City Elders, get on that! Wikipedia that!)
I regret to say that Franklin Goldwire seems to have lost the battle for Commissioner At Large. Wendell Kessler’s larger, redder sign seems to have done the trick, as Kessler is listed as Chairman at Large here.