The Powers Ferry was another route northwest from Atlanta, upstream from Pace's Ferry. It is named after James Power (1790-1870), a plantation owner who ran the ferry across the Chattahoochee River in the early 19th century.
The exact location of the ferry is now the northeastern-most crossing of Interstate 285 over the river and the county line (and now the Sandy Springs city limit), carrying several lanes in each direction (originally just two each way when opened in 1969). It is flanked on its north side by Interstate North Parkway (west) / Riveredge Parkway (east), and on its south side by the ferry's namesake road, each carrying two lanes (one in each direction).
Powers Ferry Road runs through Cobb and Fulton counties, terminating at both ends at two different streets named Roswell Road (Georgia 120 and Georgia 9, respectively).
The business district just east of the crossing is called Powers Ferry Landing, located where Northside Drive crosses the road, just east of the former landing. This provides freeway access at Northside Drive (west ramps) and New Northside Drive (east ramps, road and ramps built in a 1990s reconstruction). Signage on the freeway indicates Powers Ferry Road, Northside Drive, and New Northside Drive.
Read more about this topic: Historic Ferries Of The Atlanta Area
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