There was a weather window of opportunity and I took it and ran. In between major storms crossing the country were a couple of snow free days.
It’s fourteen driving hours from my home in Michigan to our lake house in Alabama. And that’s if I only stop for gas and bathroom breaks.
Seriously? What are the odds I only stop for gas and bathroom breaks?
Either way that’s two long days of driving, and this trip I had a meeting to attend virtually too. That’s an hour a half spent sitting in a parking lot while on the phone, making no Southerly progress.
But on the whole I had a nice drive, the roads weren’t bad, traffic wasn’t horrible, and I got to see some pretty stuff along the way.
I stopped only five hours away from home but after more than seven hours of traveling, in Columbus Indiana. After checking into a room, I went out looking for something to eat. I ended up following the road right into the next town over, Seymour.
Which happens to have a stinking cute bridge that perfectly frames their county courthouse as you travel west to east. I didn’t get a photo of that because I didn’t have my camera with me that evening, and because there was nowhere to park. So you’ll have to image driving up over a winding entrance to the bridge, and bursting out at the top to see the tower of the courthouse framed in the red tubes of the bridge.
I went back to Seymour the next morning, found a place to park in town and explored the bridge, and the courthouse grounds.
I couldn’t resist checking out the tall sculpture, even though it meant more walking and it was a bitter 17F degrees.
Turns out it is the county’s homage to their fallen war veterans. The interior walls are scribed with names and dates. And letters home.
It was heartbreaking.
After spending almost an hour wandering Seymour I figured I’d never make it to Alabama at the rate I was moving south, and I got back in the car, resolute not to stop again until I needed gas.
Five miles down the freeway I glanced to my left and saw white farms shrouded in a layer of fog rising from the snowy fields under a blue sky. And there was an exit right in front of
The fog was freezing thick on everything.
I was on a narrow country road with not another person or car in sight. So I stopped for quite a long time.
But I knew time was flying by and I’d only progressed a few miles down the road, so as the sun rose I tore myself away, and headed back toward the freeway.
By focusing on the road and not the pretty sights I finally made it to Kentucky.
But do you know what they have a lot of in Kentucky? Yes, you are right.
I only drove a couple miles down one little road which was running right next to the freeway and I found three barns.
I call that a worthwhile diversion.
Someday I’m going to have to visit Kentucky instead of just travel through it.
And then there’s Tennessee…
… which thankfully is a narrow state if you’re traveling north or south. So I could feel like I was finally there when I got to the Huntsville Alabama welcome center.
Of course it was a false sense of being home. I still had four hours of driving to go.
By the time I made it all the way to the house it was dark, so no views of my lake. But I knew it was out there, and that was all that mattered.
I had a great trip down, and for those of you wondering where Katie is on this grand adventure, well, she is having some dad time at home. I thought about bringing her, she hasn’t had an adventure in a long time, but mama needs to get some sleep and Katie is a persistent little girl who has decided she wants her breakfast somewhere between 2:30 and 4:00 a.m. Every single day.
All I have to say is good luck daddy!
Remember you can make any image bigger just by clicking on it. I’ll see what I can find pretty down here, it’s raining this morning, but it’s not snow, so that’s a win in my book.
Talk later, as my girl says, time for mama to take a nap.
Edit: I thought that grey barn felt familiar. Turns out 2 of the three I found on that road this trip were featured in a post I did in June of 2018 on my way down to Alabama!