Exploring the Ocmulgee, Oconee, and Flint Rivers of Middle Georgia is not for the faint of heart, but for the adventurer! Whether by kayak, canoe, or motor boat, by hiking on trails or along deeply wooded ridgetops with no paths, or in the sky by helicopter, there are many ways of looking for the long lost traces of Native American mounds and towns, and for those of the American soldiers and early settlers who followed in their wake hundreds and sometimes thousands of years later.
The most important aspect is being fortunate enough to know someone on the ground in any given locale. This person is the key to the success of any exploring archaeologist, and it is they who serve as escort and guide through the snares and tangles not just of briars and brambles, but of local indifference or misapprehension. When it becomes clear that knowledge and the subsequent enrichment of the community are the ONLY goals, then most folks are interested helping sooner or later.
“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.”
William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, 1790