The day after Thanksgiving, the Colliers and I packed in the car and drove to the middle of nowhere, Alabama. Lower Peachtree, to be exact...home to around 11 people. The town was never very big anyway, but in 1913 a F5 tornado (as it was later determined) ripped through the town, destroying over 100 homes and killing 27 people. The town never recovered. Today, there's one general store/gas station, a church, and a few homes. That's all that's left.
Beyond the trailers, the country itself is beautiful, and we did what you do in the country. We ate a lot of good food, explored what was left of the town, rode in the back of trucks, searched for petrified wood and little fossils in a beautiful creek, built bonfires, and of course, slept on a bus. It was an ole fashioned country good time.
The main house, last occupied in 1955, has seen better days but is still standing. The property has been turned into a hunting camp, complete with an old school bus that now serves as a dorm of sorts. It makes me want to buy and fix up my own school bus. I just need to find a place to put it.
One of the last homes left in Lower Peachtree.
Petrified wood was everywhere.
Big ole beaver dam.
Alabama Saturday night.
All of these images were taken with the Fujifilm X100S, one of my absolute favorite cameras- perfect for a weekend like this. These were all shot in JPEG with minimal editing, hence why I always recommend Fuji to those amateurs for those looking to step up their camera game.