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Scuffletown Life

July 10, 2011

I have had it in the back of my head to publish a blog for some time now. I have only recently begun to use my Facebook page to any extent. What I found is that I get most interaction when I update my status with progress and pictures of the Great Solar Project. So at least a few people must get a kick out of watching me pour money down that hole. (truthfully, I am hoping for a 2 or 3 year payback. We’ll see.)

Scuffletown road is a great little drive. By the time you get to Five Forks, you are so relieved to finally get off of Woodruff Road, that Scuffletown seems like such a piece of Heaven. If you ponder it a bit though, you start to wonder where it goes. I mean… Woodruff Road goes to Woodruff. Laurens Road heads down toward Laurens. Pelham Road will even take you to Pelham, though most folks don’t know that there even is a Pelham.

But what about Scuffletown Road? Ever wonder? First time we decided to drive to the end of it, I was a little worried about what I might find out there. I had a mental image of a yard full of ruffians in wife-beaters just waiting for some hapless city boy to stumble onto their turf. So we drove, and drove, and drove – all the while with a small feeling of dread.

Start out at Five Forks, and you’d never know you were in the country. Twenty five years ago when we moved out this way, we were in the country, but not any more. We’ve got Publix and Rite Aid and Greenville Sports Club and houses as far as the eye can stand. A little way beyond the turnoff to our place, you’ll drive by Scuffletown USA. Interesting place. They once boasted the largest square dancing floor east of Dallas, Texas. Then it was an auction barn, then an antique mall. Now it’s a general store and who knows what else.

Down past Jonesville Road is Bell’s Crossing Elementary school that doubles as the area polling place every couple of years. There is some sort of irony to this. Imagine using a place of learning as a polling place where we keep putting the same folks back into political office. It’s like returning again and again to the place of education, but never learning from the mistakes made only two years earlier.

Cross Lee Vaughn highway, and you are finally in the country. To either side, there are scattered houses and a few fields of corn or some-such agricultural endeavor desperately clinging to life. This is about what it felt like to pass I-85 on Woodruff Road only 30 years ago. Corn fields started about where the Walmart sits today. So I guess the speed of “progress” is about a mile every 5 years or so.

For the next several miles you will pass a few barns, an elementary school, a golf course, and finally reach SC 101 where Scuffletown Road stumbles across and turns into Cooks Bridge Road, a little narrower, a little hillier, and a little twistier.  Any apprehension has now given way to curiosity as you check both ways and follow the road ahead.

You are now in rural upstate South Carolina.  The houses are a little smaller and the household appliances have made their way onto the front porches to wave and nod as you drive by.  Free commerce is still alive and well out here as you drive by a small proprietership specializing in salvaged building materials.

Just as you are beginning to wonder if it might be time to turn around and head home, you will crest the last little hill and round a bend to see the destination you’ve been looking for, the terminal point of Scuffletown Road, a little Christmas tree farm.  No little town.  No ruffians in wife-beaters.  Just a quiet little hill covered in Christmas trees.

So there is post number 1.  Hope it was worth the read.

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