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The End of the Pavement flies an American flag, a rebel flag and sometimes a Georgia flag! If someone wants to put up a Canadian Flag, that is ok, too. We love America, support democracy and appreciate the right to have fun!

People at the End of the Pavement are proud of their heritage. This site aims to preserve a little of the local hillbilly history.

The old timers can tell all kinds of stories about things that happened around these parts. There's stories about Indian ghosts, chunks of gold, rolling whip snakes and gigantic fireballs shooting from the sky. Then there's other tales of making moonshine, racing hot rods and running with wild women. You might believe them or you might not.

 

Mr. Hershel Everett

 

Here are a few well known facts. A man named Bird Everett owned land now known as The End of the Pavement. Later it went to his son, Hershel. Hershel let people camp on the spot, where the Forest Service land met his. Nothing much was paved then, roads were just clay and gravel with lots of rocks and ruts. People drove by, stopped in to sit in the shade and maybe threw a game of Horseshoes. Hershel lived off from here, down toward Atlanta, and the local people watched over the place. Hershel's sister, Virginia, lived nearby and her sons, the Mason boys, kept an eye on the place, too.

Mr. Raymond Mason

 

 

Raymond is one of the Mason boys. His parents are Virginia and Edgar Mason. Raymond is definitely a part of End of the Pavement history. He hunts, fishes, collects arrowheads and is a regular mountain man. He knows the native plants and can find his way around the woods better than anyone around. All that, and he's good looking, too.

Mr. Jerry Everett

 

 

The End of the Pavement gives everyone something to do.

More and more people started gathering on holidays and week-ends. By 1978 the old gravel road was paved up to the End of the Pavement and the name stuck.

Hershel's son, Jerry Everett, comes up whenever possible. That Jerry can really tell a tale. (People say he can talk the ears off of a jackass.) Jerry now lives in Hiawassee, Ga. with his beautiful wife, Sharon.

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