We did keep an eye out for anything of interest that might crop up on one of the brown signs denoting an approaching historic site, but the only thing we saw was for the Moundville Archeological Park, in Moundville, Alabama. Ordinarily we would have cranked the wheel right over and headed south to find Moundville. But today just didn't look like the best day for hiking up rain-slickened grassy burial mounds.
The worst part about having nothing to attract our attention off the Interstate is the complete lack of photographs. We simply saw nothing that looked good as torrents of rain flooded our windshield. We keep our speed at 65mph, but lots of folks sped by us at speeds I considered suicidal. But during the entire day I think we only saw one car that had skidded off the shoulder.
Still, just so you don't think you've wasted your time arriving at this blog, I'll post a couple of photos of our camp last night in Carrollton. The camp was called the "John Tanner Park" and was layed out on a wooded hillside which made things interesting when you looked for a level site. But still, camp was quiet and the setting was beautiful.The guy in the photo at left is our nextdoor neighbor named Dan. Dan was an ex-military policeman and was the friendliest guy you'd ever want for a neighbor. He hailed from Alabama and had met with folks from two other RVs for a week-long campfest in the woods. I like Dan instantly and we had a nice chat standing in the road.
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