Blog 33–Sweet Home Alabama

​​After a week at Dave’s, I got itchy to get back on the road–new destinations and new people. ​Yet, I feel strange, not knowing where I am going and/or where I’ll end up. Kind of exciting, but kind of brings on a feeling of loneliness also. Christmas coming up, where and what will I do?

From Dave’s, it was back to Acala National forest; I like it there. And, back to Alexander Springs Campground. There is a natural thermal pool that is amazingly clean. And, hardly anyone there. So, two nights at the Springs. I had books to read and things to do.
I  looked west and saw the town of Swanee, had to go.
Come on, sing with me:

Way down upon the Swanee River, Far, far away
That’s where my heart is yearning ever, That’s where the old folks stay
All up and down the whole creation, Sadly I roam
Still longing for the old plantation, And for the old folks at home

All the world is sad and dreary, Everywhere I roam
Oh, brothers, how my heart grows weary, Far from the old folks at home

All ’round the little farm I wandered, When I was young
There many happy days I squandered, Many the songs I sung
When I was playing with my brothers, Happy was I
Oh, take me to my kind old mother, There let me live and die

One little hut among the bushes, One that I love
Still sadly to my memory rushes, No matter where I roam
When will I see the bees a-hummin’, All ’round the comb
When will I hear the banjo strummin’, Down in my good old home

Come on, did you sing?

Enjoy this:

Spent the night at a park, all alone, not even any cars around. A great night of rest and thinking.

Why looky there, to the west is Apalachicola National Park, here I go. Two nights here were very relaxing.

Now toward Alabama I roam. So strange not to have any kind of schedule for time or place, just going. Quite lonely, not sure if I like it. But, good to know you are reading my words (and, are y you?)

Dec 14–Spent the night last night at Conecuh National Park, Open Pond Campground, just north of the town of Wing. Gathered much firewood, I get enough for the night fire and then the morning fire. Last night was splendid, backed up to the lake with no one around, beautiful. Over night the rain started, so no morning fire.

A song comes to mind–again–sing with me:
“Sing around the campfire,
join the campfire girls . . .”
You know the rest.

Just heard from my daughter, April, who just went from Scotland to London to Peru. Did you see:

From one National Park Campground to another, I am loving it. Continuing in Alabama, from south to north. Next was Payne Lake Campground in Talladega Forest.

To get there the GPS lady too me on a six mile dirt road that was quite scary. The bad before it had rained, so there was mud to go through, and rocks. I had to speed up to make it up some hills. By arrival my check engine light was on and the van was dirty with mud.

Found out from Autozone that the check engine light came on because it said I need new spark plugs, and, I had been scared.

Stayed at a lake in Bankhead National Forest last night. There were two other guys staying there, separately. Strange, I have never thought of going camping by my lonesome like they are doing. I am in route, they specifically went to camp.

Dec 17–Yes, I am out doing stuff, but, often, I feel that I am wasting my life away. I want to help more people and more forward, faster.

Have no idea what I will be doing on Dec 25, perhaps tacos in the wilderness by myself again?


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