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Indian Springs is the oldest state park in the nation, and the state of Georgia acquired it in 1825, it didn't become a state park until 1927. Now what is so amazing about it, well one the many things that is amazing about it is the underground spring that is there. The Creek Indians that inhabited the area thought the spring to have healing waters that would cure the sick, and give extra energy and vitality to the well. Thus resulting in the name "Indian Springs."
In the 1800's the area attracted many people, many whom were suffering from illness. They would camp on the hillside in tents and come down to the springs to drink the supposed "healing" water.
We arrived and walked through a small graveyard on a windy hill with graves dating back to the 1800's. I am a sucker for graveyards and would gladly spend all my weekends exploring them if I could. Then we went to the spring, and I was in love! I met several people that were filling bottles up with water from the spring. One lady had brought gallon jugs to fill up and take home, and she told me that the spring water is the only water she drinks and that she feels so much better and has much more energy since drinking it.
I leaned down and scooped some water up in my hand. It smelled so strong of sulfur I thought I was eating a egg instead of drinking spring water! It was very cold and tasted like sulfur to, but it was good, and felt very clean. I was entranced with the thought of this water actually being able to heal, and filled a bottle up with water to drink on the way home. Next time we go, I plan on taking some gallon jugs to fill up and bring home.
I kept telling B. I felt like we had walked into history when we entered the park. I loved the feeling of it, as I knelt down to drink water out of the spring I thought of the Creek Indians that had done the same thing, the sick that had done the same thing, and the people that stop there daily to do the same thing. Indian Springs is a walk in history, a feeling that you can't ignore as soon as you get there, and a feeling and experience you will never forget.