Missifuckinssippi

Missifuckinssippi! I’ve stayed at this Welcome Center before. The parking lot is small with not much room between cars and the truckers, which I do not like as the truckers tend to run their engines constantly.

But I spend an uneventful couple of hours, sleeping deeply, then hit the road again. It is actually quite pretty, driving through Mississippi - at least this stretch of the land: heavily forested, very green, and not very many crazies trying to run me off the road.

I stop at another huge rest stop, this time the welcome center for Alabama. It is late in the afternoon & I don't feel like driving more.

I want to finish my books - both my Patricia Cornwell and my Plaque of Doves books. No one speaks to me as I hang out at the picnic area, reading as I walk around, stretching, exercising and either listening to my headphones or turning pages.

After the sun sets, I head toward Birmingham and stop at a rest stop closest to the city so I can rise early, drop off Susie's stuff, and head to the woods!