Sweet Home Alabama
Greg rises early and manages to get a small fire going – how, with wet wood I’ll never know! We walk a bit and then have oatmeal and bananas for breakfast.
We thought of staying here longer, but then the rain begins again, so we decide to move on. We talk with the camp host as to best route and his directions are great – at every stop sign take a left till you get to route 78, then go right. My kind of directions! No phone or internet out here in the boonies!
We thought of staying here longer, but then the rain begins again, so we decide to move on. We talk with the camp host as to best route and his directions are great – at every stop sign take a left till you get to route 78, then go right. My kind of directions! No phone or internet out here in the boonies!
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Simple but hallowed-feeling. Greg notices a small nearby graveyard and we walk through it. Most of the graves are marked only with a rough natural stone at the head and foot. No identification.
This one had identification, probably from a Civil War organization, since it belongs to a man who served in the Confederate army.
The few that had a date were from late 1800’s or very early 1900’s.
The Trek is running fine and we are definitely off the interstates. Winding through rural Alabama, we pass farms and pastures with cattle, horses and goats interspersed with fields of cotton, some glowing white and some already picked and packed in huge bales.
Tiny towns with old general stores, occasional areas of kudzu, large chicken farms, and houses ranging from shacks to trailer homes to neat clapboards to large beautiful brick homes. An occasional confederate flag or coondog.
Tiny towns with old general stores, occasional areas of kudzu, large chicken farms, and houses ranging from shacks to trailer homes to neat clapboards to large beautiful brick homes. An occasional confederate flag or coondog.
The Trek turns 100,000 miles near the tiny town of Cottage Grove. It had 12,000 miles when we bought it from a couple in Florida.
Next stop, Jim ‘n’ Nick’s in Prattville for lunch and a sampling of Alabama barbque. A father-son team who used to run a dry cleaning business, they now have several restaurants in the area. We have heard about Alabama's "famous" white bbq sauce but are told here that it is generally used for chicken or turkey.
We start with pulled pork nachos, recommended by our server. Then I have southern fried chicken with white bbq sauce, while Greg goes for a brisket sandwich. The nachos are good. The white bbq sauce too spicy for my taste, and we agree that the brisket is good but tastes more like it was slow cooked in a crock-pot rather than a pit. Don't want to be an obnoxious Texan, but they really don't know bbq.
Our RV Parky app tells us about a casino down the road, Wind Creek, run by the Creek Indians. The review says that is “RV friendly”, so we decide to pay them a visit and spend the night there. Still raining lightly. We go inside for a bit and it is fairly small with just lots of slots. Greg leaves Beth at the penny slots, where she burns through her allotted monies quickly :( and then they find a nice quiet spot far out in the spacious parking lot.
The security folks pass by and wave. We are still full from lunch, so just have fruit for dinner, and then catch up on reading, blogging and such. I finished The Midwife's Revolt which is about a friend and neighbor of Abigail Adams who is a midwife (and revolutionary) during the Revolution.
Warm evening and we open windows when the rain stops (optimistically using "stops" instead of "pauses"). We are about an hour from Mobile, where we plan to spend some time tomorrow.
Warm evening and we open windows when the rain stops (optimistically using "stops" instead of "pauses"). We are about an hour from Mobile, where we plan to spend some time tomorrow.
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