After all that walking in New Orleans, my back was really complaining. The hot shower and medications helped me get to sleep, but I was up around 3 to take some more Tylenol. That was good for another two hours, and I was happy with that. Besides, I knew we were in for a long drive, so I figured some car napping would be in my future.
Breakfast was pretty rough. And by “rough” I mean “bad.”Packaged sunny side up eggs (I don’t mind the institutional scrambled eggs. I even like the packaged omelettes. But these were just too nasty to even try. But guess what? Chris did. Ate one. She’s my health-hero, you know), turkey bacon that was more like jerky, ant almost raw waffle (although it did have the fleur d’lis imprinted on it. That was cool). We ate a little of it, then took off.
The first leg of the trip was a long one. We stopped briefly in Mississippi to get some gas, but otherwise headed straight through. I met a truck driver at the Alabama welcome center. He had just spent the night on the beach in Texas - in Surfside. That’s a long way to drive in one morning.
Grabbed a Subway sandwich to go in Theodore, Alabama. Hmm. Wonder if there is a Simon or an Alvin, Alabama, too? Hey, somebody out there will understand that reference.
The longest leg of the journey came between the Alabama state line and Montgomery. Not many signs to read. No critters to speak of. Just lots of trees. So glad Chris was driving. I dozed off and on the whole way. Imagine that.
Our first goal site was the Tuskegee Airmen National Park. It was closed. It was located at a little airport, though, so we saw some of the private planes taking off. From there, we were only nine minutes from the Tuskegee Institute National Historical Park. It was closed, too. Strike two. Oh, well. Chris took pictures to prove we were really there.
Then we headed about an hour to the north to the Horseshoe Bend National Battlefield. That was the site where Andrew Jackson defeated and obliterated a troublesome offshoot of a tribe of Indians in 1814. The Cherokee were involved. So we’re the Creek. But the troublemakers were also Creek, just an ultra right-wing (by current Indian standards) off-shoot. Whew! Politics back then, too. Lo and behold, the visitor enter was open (at least for 30 more minutes). Chris got her stamp , and we were even able to hike to several of the trails and see the river bend.
Last night we headed back southward and eased past a little town that I heard might have a college football team of some kind. Ever hear of “Auburn”? Our hotel for the night was in the nearby booming metropolis of Opelika, Alabama.
Matthew 5:9 says, Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.
Father, that was a lot of miles in the car. Thank you for riding with us. Amen.
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