Oh, Alabama!
I’d been in Alabama before a couple of times before. I just never set my feet on the ground so I never counted them. My first time was a couple of days before on the way to Atlanta, but I never considered that I would start caching on the state from the opposite direction. As I entered the state, I heard a nice female voice say “Welcome to Alabama.” I got a little bit angry unexpectedly. On the drive to Georgia going east on a major interstate, never once did I hear that voice welcome to Louisiana, Georgia, or any of the other states I passed through in between and now I was hearing it. I was (at a minimum) robbed of a “Welcome to Georgia!” Sometimes, it’s little things that make a trip more or less worth it and that little thing is one of my favorites.
Heflin felt pretty rural so I didn’t expect much but, as always, some of the smallest towns have the most impressive courthouses. As I turned off the highway onto a rural road, I experienced a moment of beauty: there were pastures with cows lazing in the sun that had just peeked out. It had melted the frost on the hillsides, but in the valleys where it was still shady, frost still covered the fields and steam was smoking off a pond. It was a lovely tableau for someone who, admittedly, doesn’t exactly love rural scenes.
Once again, the cache was easy, an LPC between a bank and a fast-food place. I had to pull out the clipboard so as not to arouse the attention of muggles, but otherwise it was easy peasy lemon squeezy. Once the skirt was put back in place, I was off again, this time bound for…
Geocaching While Black 