After an eighteen hour ride on the train from New York, we arrived in a little town called Toccoa, somewhere in northern Georgia. There wasn’t much there, and at 06:00 in the morning the little town was totally empty. My mom was waiting for us at the station, and snapped a couple quick photos of the exhausted travelers. We had been traveling now for three full days, and were ready for sleep. Unfortunately, we still had another two hours in the car to my mom’s house before we would be able to rest…
No Comments on "Toccoa, Georgia"
You must be logged in to post a comment.