While lying in bed one morning my husband said to me, “how about we go to
to pick up
the trailer I found on line and hook up to take it to Houston ?” Oregon
, as in Houston ?”
I asked in shock. Texas
“Yes. We can save $5000 by driving to
of buying that unit locally.” Texas
Getting cleared to leave took four days (mail pickup, yard maintenance, security system, notification to key family members.) And we took off Sunday, Sept. 20.
We headed at first out in our truck on highway 20 to
where we visited with some friends
one night, than continued the next morning.
We did ask if they could come with us to Montgomery
and funny thing, they could not, due to a family project obligation. But they made us a lovely breakfast and we
returned to the truck, which was packed to the gills with anything one might
need when traveling across country. Oregon
Monday we headed to
. Yesterday I85 and today I65 have been
wonderful roads. Trees are just starting
to turn fall colors and the weather is hot and still at 97 degrees. Baton Rouge
had an interesting exit for us: Near
Slapout, in Deatsville, we saw a lot full of tees where somebody had nailed
pots and wash tubs all over the tree trunks. A number of 1930 style houses on tilt with
disaster mobile homes permeate Slapout.
Cotton fields were ready to harvest throughout the state despite the
year long drought. Alabama
We learned there is a Creek Indian Reservation in
as evidenced by the huge casino that said so.
I understand that any local Creek gets a monthly stipend from that
casino’s income. It depends on how much
Creek Alabama DNA each individual has that
determines the amount of the stipend.
I didn’t know
is so near Chickamauga and the Civil War
Battle Site. I-65 continues on a huge
raised bridge which seemed to be about 25 miles long. over swampy wetlands. We crossed the exotic Lizard
Creek. It joins the Mobile on its way through the swamp
to the Mobile
River Gulf of Mexico.
That whole “bridge” is lined with evergreen pines and deciduous oaks,
sweetgum, and cypress trees growing in the swamp. Our swath of freeway made me feel like a
gliding bird. Obviously there was
nothing else out there including billboards.
Maybe a couple of lost alligators.
We joined I-10 West and the road and traffic were so good we felt blessed.
I passed a sign saying
, 24 miles just past the Mobile
Greyhound Racetrack. The track reminded
me that seeing a greyhound race is on my bucket list. But it is closed on Monday Mornings, alas. Pascagoula,
The road became horrible and we bounced all over the place for too many miles before we pulled off onto an outlying road on the other side of
. We stretched our backs and let our
little dog run around. We’d stopped
where a brand-new structure stood out in the middle of nowhere and a sign
pointed toward it, with the words, “Hurricane Shelter.” The place looked like a fort, but had a ball
field and stadium. Biloxi, Mississippi
So my dog is doing her business and I’m following her to bag her evidence then looked around that building for a trashcan. My husband said, “This is a high school.” Eek.
We left forthwith along with our evidence. Before we got back to the freeway, we noticed all the trashcan from the businesses along the sparsely populated road were at the end of driveways. But they were standing open so I made a doggy deposit from my window. Ask for a trashcan and presto! One appears.
The most recent hurricane had been Katrina, but we saw no evidence of her violence during the seventy mile stretch of I-10 through
nor the tip of Mississippi
at Lake Ponchartrain , Lousiana either. Finally the weather has been more kind to Slidell
than I expected, thank God. Louisiana