The place I call home is little more than a ghost town from the early 1800s.
The people of that era had a very difficult life. Especially when you compare how they had to live off the land and travel in ways that we would think practically impossible today. They had no cars, no trains, no cell phones and very primitive maps. The stagecoach route was how this nation traveled in 1826.
A neighbor of mine tells me he believes he has found the old Blount Springs stagecoach stop.
Needless to say, I wanted to learn more.
With little more to go on than a general area of proximity, I set out to see if I could locate the mysterious stagecoach stop at Blount Springs.