Just Like Old Times

The cat is mad at us. We moved to a new campground again today and we will head into yet another one tomorrow. That's five campground in as many days and for us, that's moving way too often and too far.

We did have the opportunity to once again drive the back roads for half the distance over those days, and it was a welcome relief from the monotony of the interstate routes. The South is beautiful in springtime and Mother Nature tries to outdo herself in creating Monet-like scenes around the many ponds and lakes of Alabama and Georgia complete with water lilies and great bubbling masses of azaleas in shades of pink, peach, fuschia and white that lean over the ponds as if to gaze at their own glory.

The people who live here are friendly folks and signal "hi" to you by merely raising one finger off the steering wheel as they pass by in the other direction. You don't get that on the highways where everyone is jockeying for a better position to pass each other to get wherever the heck they are going at the fastest possible speed. On the "red lines" (state and US highways on road maps) life moves at a slower pace and you have the opportunity to see glorious old homes in tiny little towns that once had fame, wealth and a larger population, pastures that may have zebras grazing with the cows, historical markers for events long past and the ability to breathe fresh air.

This is the way to travel.