History
The original 1926 route of US 84 skirted the southern border of Georgia, from Brunswick to the north edge of the Okefenokee Swamp, then west to Dothan, Alabama, just across the Alabama line.
In 1934, US 84 was extended to Grove Hill, Alabama, then south on US 43 to Wagarville, Alabama, west to State Line, Mississippi, north on US 45 to Waynesboro, Mississippi, and then across Mississippi and Louisiana to Farwell, Texas. State Line was bypassed in the 1960s by a direct connection between Grove Hill and Waynesboro. A few sources report that the part between Natchez, Mississippi and Wagarville was planned as US 86 a year before. The Alabama Department of Transportation library in Montgomery, Alabama, holds state-issued maps and documents from that era with the stretch from US 43 to Mississippi labeled that way. At one point, funding was not secure for building a bridge over the Alabama River, and a US 86 designation would have made the absence of a bridge less obvious.
The east ends of US 84 and U.S. Route 82 were swapped in 1989 after the roads around Waycross, Georgia, were reconfigured.
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