Right next to the town is the huge mountain that is also the Federal Park. It was the scene of a large battle for Atlanta during the Civil War when General Sherman came through here. There are walking paths and also a road to the top of the mountain. At the foot of the mountain is a great museum operated by the Parks Service-depicting the Civil War and the battles around the mountain
The Confederate cemetary is located a couple of miles off the highway. The cemetary began in 1863 and was used to bury those lost in many of the civil war battles in Georgia including those fought at Kennesaw mountain.
Ok, and this time I am *really* not making this up. There are actually two residences on this old road which is at least a mile or two long. I passed here in the winter at which time you could actually recognize this as an abandoned two-story dwelling covered with dead vines. At least I hope it's abandoned. Now in the summer, it is completely grown over with Atlanta's green menace, kudzu. Could you imagine what lies beyond the door of this shack? I don't want to. I didn't waste any time here, as on the other side of the road is a house that looks like something out of "Deliverance." You know how some people have plaster lawn gnomes or flamingos or whatnot? Well this house had plaster lawn *slaves* - I am *not* making this up.
This is the "road to nowhere" I was talking about that leads to the church - and nothing else but a bunch of forest. Well there are a few features I'll describe presently. Be afraid. Be very afraid...
I guess this requires a little explanation. I had to drop my car off for repairs in West Marietta and walk home to East Marietta. So I took what I thought to be the shortest route, which included some adventurous trailblazing over barren desert, murky swamps and overgrown forests. As Dave Barry likes to say, I am not making this up.
So after I get through the desert and the swamps, I emerge at the end of a lonely road to nowhere that ends at this deserted church. There is nothing, I mean *nothing* for miles, and the whole place looks pretty spooky. You probably can't read the sign here but I think it says "Closed for cult-like activities."
On one side of this deserted road is a huge pile of woodchips and a bit of philosophy... of sorts.