Heading back down to the riverfront on Lower Street, we took a detour down into one of the hollows that was never filled in by urban expansion in the Nineteenth Century.
There’s a weird little one-lane road that snakes its way through the hollow, shaded with trees.
There’s a house with a vineyard sitting on the northeast side on the slope.
As we leave Augusta, I can’t help but think that while certainly some people will be upset with the huge infusion of investment in the town, this will be a net gain for the region. I get tired of all the people who are so negative around here, almost reveling in the announcement of another failure as it confirms their hatred or prejudice of X, Y or Z. There are plenty of dead and dying towns in America that people can move to if that is the type of town they want to live in. As for me, I will welcome the revitalization of Augusta, which its original founders would have celebrated.
