…and again no wifi even though the Good Sam camping website said this campground had it. Oh well. We’ll do another RV park tomorrow and hopefully that one will have access. The park here is really nice. It’s a huge recreation area on a huge lake. People are out waterskiing, jet skiing, paddleboarding, party barging and good old-fashioned playing in the water.
The drive here was interesting. The truck got down to just under ¼ tank so we started looking for a place to refuel. The problem was that we were again on highways driving through small towns whose gas stations closed long ago. The one or two functioning stations we came across didn’t have diesel. Of course. We made our way back to the interstate hoping to have better luck. A mile or so down the freeway we saw happy blue signs advertising lodging, food and gas options. We took it. No diesel. Aaannd we had to find a place to turn around! Back on the freeway… Another mile or so the blue signs greeted (teased??) us again. The warning light hadn’t come on yet so we took another chance. SCORE! Now the challenge was getting to
The View From Our Trailer
This is just a small part of Lake Tobesofkee.
where the pump was located…in the shopping center…at the faaaarrrrr right end at Kroger’s…and we’re approaching from the wrong direction…and the parking lot in front of Kroger’s is busy. No problem. My navigation skills got us turned around without taking out any cars or small children, we just had to sit with the turn signal blinking away waiting our turn for the pump with the green handle. There was a roadway kind of thing separating the parking lot from the pumps. We were parked there, blocking traffic behind us, waiting to jog left to the pump. I got out and directed traffic around us while we waited for the gentleman at the pump to finish. I turned my back and when I turned around again another car had pulled up behind the first guy. Okay, that’s it. Nobody else is going to do that. I walked over and stood behind the second car. Eventually we got our turn and got back on the road. We’ve come across a station or two with diesel, but their pump setups weren’t RV friendly. Mike says all gas stations should be RV friendly; in fact every business should be RV friendly.
highlights can I list for you? We drove through Selma, Alabama. As has been the case many times, the highway bypasses the historic parts. I have found since I began interpreting that history is interesting. When I was in school I had no interest in it whatsoever. Now that we’re going through all these historic towns, I wish we didn’t have the huge appendage and were able to explore a bit. We drove past three parts of the Selma to Montgomery Trail. I’ll have to look that up.
No wifi=writing my blog in Word so I can copy and paste later. I’m sitting at the table typety-typing away and Mike opens the door and says, “Stop doing whatever you’re doing and come out here now.” Okaaayyy…I went outside and he points to the back of the trailer. There are at least 4 adult turkeys, a baby and 3 chickens wandering through! Mike took a few pictures with his phone. I quietly, but quickly climbed back in the trailer and grabbed the camera. Of course, by the time I got back out they were a distance away, but I stalked them. Had to zoom all the way in and they’re
still small in the pictures, but I’ll see what I can do.
So where was I? Oh yeah, my list of what we saw. We passed a series of man-made ponds with giant brush-like things churning the water. I thought maybe they were poop ponds like the ones near home. Mike suggested maybe they were catfish ponds (we had recently driven by a catfish feed plant). Since there was no sign of a filtration system, I’m going with the catfish farm.
Drove through Tuskegee. Again with the history, I wish we could have explored. Mike did pull off to the shoulder (mostly) so I could hike back the quarter mile to the sign and snap a few pics. I might be exaggerating the distance…just a little bit, though.
Jack Peed was obviously well-loved in one small town. He had a bridge and two roads named in his honor. Jack Peed Bridge, Lt. Peed Rd and Jack Peed Rd. I just thought the name was funny. Yes, I’m an 8-year-old boy.
It rained again last night/early this morning, but we woke to lighter gray skies. There was a small patch of blue; just enough to
get everyone’s hopes up. The farther east we drove, the more blue we saw. Here at the RV park it’s bright blue and sunny. And the temperature outside is actually comfortable.
I said earlier I’d see what I could do with the pictures of the turkeys because they were so far away. I guess all I had to do was wait. They came and hung around our trailer for ten minutes or so, right outside the door. I grabbed the camera, carefully opened the door and started shooting. After twenty pictures (or more) I set the camera aside and sat in the doorway, feet on the top step and just enjoyed. A couple of them were very curious and came to within a foot of me. One was right next to the steps, but the door was between us (I hadn’t opened it all the way). He’d come around the door and steps and look at me then go back to the other side of the door again. After a while he and another one walked under the trailer. I saw them again coming around the back. Very awesome experience!
After dinner we took a wander around the
campground, checked out the restroom and shower facilities. Oddly shaped, but spacious and free. On our way back around to the campsite we met and talked with an older couple just setting up their motorhome. They’re originally from Sweden (she has the accent, but he doesn’t). They lived in Washington for several years before moving to Kansas where they currently reside.
Okay, I think I’ve written enough for tonight. I’ll let your eyes rest.
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