At the end of what we affectionately call the berry patch run, resides an electrical tower the size of Paris' Eiffel...at its base in the Spring, grow the wildest of flavorful black berries which if you can stand the sting of the surrounding deerflys who wait like vultures for dimwits who pause longer than 4 milliseconds, will give a scrumptious reward indeed [berries not deerflys]...

in the views above, Alton tells tale of having walked the bottom of the Savannah River as a commercial diver who has welded and cut large pieces of metal gone awry from the muddy waters floor...we of course enjoy learning more of life's lessons from someone who has dug so deep...

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