Interstate highways are a funny thing.
Despite being arteries of modern transit, hauling untold billions in goods and untold millions of people every week, there's a weird mysticism to them. A slightly ethereal, odd quality. They cut through places new and old, and so when you take off the highway on an exit, well, there's just no telling what you'll find.
Sometimes it's a perfectly normal place, a small town of not too much note. An assortment of gas stations, some current, some modern. A nicer hotel, a cheaper motel. A place for breakfast, a place for lunch. Sometimes they're nice little cities, college towns, places that exist off the highway. You'll see a mix of new, shiny commercial buildings mixed with offices and the occasional house. Rarely, you get the places that hardly exist. They could phase out of reality at a hat drop, places you'd probably not notice if their name was erased off a map.
This is one of those places.
Let me welcome you to the town of Townsend, Georgia. Sitting off I-95 along GA-57, you can lodge at a Days Inn-turned-Motel-6 sporting a renovated vintage restaurant, an OYO squatting in a former Knights Inn whose parking lot is so crater-infested it's frightening, or, if you fancy a drive into town, the single-level timewarp of the Eulonia Motel.
Gas has plenty of options too- you have an Exxon, a Shell, a Marathon, "Solar", and if you like to take some chances, completely unbranded gasoline in front of the Motel 6. However, you no longer have the choice, of Amoco.
