After breakfast I head further into the Sawtooth, it is an amazing place, I head off on an old unmanaged forestry road towards the town of Atlanta, rumoured to be the most remote town in the lower 48 states, it is 40 miles from the nearest paved road.
No Google maps reception out here so I follow the directions I was given carefully (the visitor centre lady at the highway said "Drive until you've about given up and you'll just about be there.") and drive for what seems a crazy long time, at least an hour, down a dirt road until finally I come around a bend and there is a town, unbelievable. I poke around, have a snack at the cafe and hike a bit, then head back out again. I have never been anywhere like Atlanta, it is odd and wonderful and twilight zoney and, as promised, amazingly remote.
No Google maps reception out here so I follow the directions I was given carefully (the visitor centre lady at the highway said "Drive until you've about given up and you'll just about be there.") and drive for what seems a crazy long time, at least an hour, down a dirt road until finally I come around a bend and there is a town, unbelievable. I poke around, have a snack at the cafe and hike a bit, then head back out again. I have never been anywhere like Atlanta, it is odd and wonderful and twilight zoney and, as promised, amazingly remote.
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