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Personal Narrative: The Cherohala Roadway

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Returning from a visit with relatives in Georgia, my wife and I had managed to be driving on the Cherohala skyway in the dead of night. The sky was cloudy and this made for total darkness. My wife drives anytime we travel more than hour and definitely at night. This was one of those trips. We were both very tired from an extended trip we had made down south. There we were; traveling in pitch darkness on a winding mountain road nearly exhausted. It was a bit thrilling for a short time like an amusement ride. But that did not last long. Fatigue soon became a problem. Our excitement was turning into apprehension and fear. When the mind becomes tired, it begins to play tricks on you. With only our headlights to guide our way, we began to notice shadows of trees and unrecognizable objects along the way. …show more content…

My wife claimed to see a person along the road, however I am not convinced. As I said, fatigue causes the mind to play tricks. Home seemed to be a place that we might never see again. We were scared. The darkness around us began to seem

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