Marshland Road evokes memory of potholes past

February 9, 2010 

A smile came to my face as I was driving on Marshland Road recently. I couldn't help but reminisce.

It was the early '70s, and I was in my early 20s, an adventurous youth camping throughout Europe with my best friend in a VW bus. We made our way into Bulgaria.

It was a dreary dark winter day, the unsettling feeling of a desperate loneliness one might expect in a Communist bloc country. I shudder when I recall the challenge of driving, gingerly negotiating the narrow roads with no shoulders, full of potholes, tree roots jutting through the asphalt, worrying that we might damage a wheel, a rim or worse.

Thanks for the memories, Marshland Road. By the way, whom do I call when I break an axle?

Susan Stevens

Hilton Head Island

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