Baymont Inn & Suites Florence/Muscle Shoals
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... Trail of Tears in 1839. It took five long years, but she managed to leave Oklahoma and return by foot to her beloved land in Alabama.
We then rejoined the party at the Hasting house for a cookout of hot dogs and beer. It was a delightful end to a great reunion.
Shortly we will be leaving Florence and continuing our journey heading towards Mississippi.
... one of the many followers of Jens' blog of last year and as a fellow-adventurer was invited to join the road trip of this year.
Jens arrived in Chicago on April 4, and the next several weeks were spent at Jayne's house in Winthrop Harbor, IL, buying additional supplies and getting organized - and waiting for warm weather.
Finally, in desperation for warmer weather, the ...
... Muddy Waters (credited by his real name, McKinley Morganfield on my Zep records, which caused me some confusion at first) got me going and opened the door.
So here I am in Mississippi, deep into the history of the blues, from where sprang the music that I grew up listening to. But before cruising down Highway 61 and meandering along the Mississippi River, I stopped over in 'The Shoals', Alabama. Three towns side by ...
... it was a peaceful day. We are parked very close to the banks of a forest so it is quite pretty with the fall colors and the beaches just a few yards away. We saw a bobcat slinking through the woods this morning and then an eagle fished by our starboard side. Also a few small ducks and a heron hung out by the boat most of the day. Otherwise, there was not a living soul around beyond a couple of barges in the distance. I spent the day reading in my bridge solarium while ...
... I wish I was a little more familiar with ducks and such. I was able to identify the flock of pelicans we passed in Decatur. I had no idea they came this far from the coast line.
We soon left behind the hills and mountains as the Tennessee River coursed through Alabama. During this portion of the journey, the river was wide and flat but meandered pleasantly for many, many miles. There was very little in the way of wind or boat ...