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19-Jan-2002 --

I returned to school after four successful confluence visits over winter break. After a week back in class I decided I'd like to take a small road trip (confluence hunt) over the three-day weekend. I picked 31N 97W in part because it was only an hour from College Station. In fact I drive within half a mile of this confluence when driving to Waco. I purchased a copy of The Roads of Texas, and noticed that in its listing of Texas “Ghost Towns” two were in Milam County.

I left College Station at noon and headed out SH 6 towards Hearne. There I took FM 485 west towards US 77 where the confluence is located. After crossing the Brazos River I turned onto Milam County Road 259 towards Port Sullivan, a once flourishing trade center that withered when the railroad passed it by. The only evidence of the town was a marker on the site of Port Sullivan College and the cemetery.

I headed back towards the confluence and decided to visit the other ghost town first. I headed towards Bryant Station which was located three miles away from Buckholts on Milam County Road 104. There were several inhabited houses in the area; however the only mention of Bryant Station I saw was on the cemetery sign. I turned south on CR 106 and headed towards Little River where there was a truss bridge that was built in 1909 spanning the river.

I headed back towards the confluence passing through Cameron. The confluence itself is no more than half a mile off of US 77. It is located between the towns of Burlington and Ben Arnold.

The aerial photos show that the confluence is located on a line of trees separating two fields. I turned left onto CR 134 and followed it until I came upon the tree line. I parked my car and let the GPS acquire a lock. I headed towards the confluence on the North side of the tree line walking through freshly plowed black soil. Walking through an overgrown area that extended into the field I came upon an area that seemed to once serve as a dumping ground for old glass containers and tin cans. The GPS zeroed out and I snapped a few pictures and headed back.