50 Memories: Alabama
We were coming back home to Midland, Texas from my maternal grandparent’s home in Lake Junaluska, North Carolina circa 1993. We’d taken a more northerly route up to the Smokies and were coming back to the desert along the Gulf coast:
We had our sights set on Mobile, Alabama for a night’s stay. Kerry and I had not yet swum in the Gulf of Mexico and Mobile was known for its beaches.
We stopped, briefly, but got back in the car to head to Biloxi, Mississippi. We still had some car-riding in us for the day and it made sense to get further west and shorten the trip for the following day. Kerry and I would swim in the Gulf, but not here.
Fifteen years later I flew back into Alabama for a business meeting. We were flying in and out of Huntsville, same day. The client location was a short drive in a stained rental car north of the airport. We had lunch at a Wendy’s. The rest of the day was spent in a conference room.
My senior year of college I went on a spring break cruise with three other girls. We drove from the Indy area to Miami and back. On the way back, we drove through Alabama in an attempt to avoid the Atlanta area. That’s the only time I’ve been there, and I remember it being pretty backwoods. I remember stopping for lunch and gas at a little backwoods station…
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