Have you ever remembered something so... specifically? I do, and often. Including the first time I saw the "Gnome Castle" in Milton.

I blame a specific trip to Helen several years back. You see, I have very little, if not no sense of direction.

While the restoration is not complete, the transformation is apparent.

I have a weird obsession and I have to talk about it: an abandoned amusement park I went to as a kid.

Dun nun, dun nun, dun nun dun nun dun nun dun nun duhnuuuuuunnnnnnn nun.

Valentine's Day is coming up, what a better place to explore than one of the most romantic places in the area?

I'm talking classic weird, kooky stuff, the endearing bizarre, like what I saw the first time I got lost on Old Cornelia Highway.

Thinking "Braselton" usually followed with "Chataeu Elan" or "hospital" if I was working on a news story. But there's a lot more to the place than that, it turns out. At the very least, there are some great little antique shops and a few things on my AccessUnexpected "to visit" list.