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Senoia to Woodsbury

All who wander are not lost. Have you heard that before? Of course you have. I love to wander. I am constantly researching day trips in Georgia. I love to see new things that this amazing state has to see. This is Starr's Mill in Fayetville Ga. A few years back we had a used book sale and one of the books I picked up was "Off the Beaten Path of Georgia." It contained within its pages so many new to me places and I scooped it right up and took it home to delve into it. It made my heart light to find new places to wander. I wanted to be able to go for a day and see things, but return home and not to need to stay in a hotel.

Starr's Mill is about an hour and forty five minutes from me. It is a little north of Senoia Georgia which I am in love with. It is a very cute town. I am not a Walking Dead fan but apparently they film there a lot. This mill reminds me of the one that my mom used to live next to in Clinton NJ.

This is the Clinton Mill in Clinton NJ. I apparently h…
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