When we reached the county road that takes us to I-20/59, I instinctively wanted to go straight. Jilda fetched the road atlas from the back seat and tried to find the road on the map but like Alabama, Mississippi has a spider web of narrow paved roads with a canopy of trees reaching over the road like a green tunnel. Since there were no signs pointing us to civilization, we decided to take the road we routinely take. About a mile down that road, we saw something ahead. As we approached, we saw that someone was trying to back a mobile home onto a narrow lot. They were using a farm tractor to move it, but the tractor was trying to get a good angle on the driveway and had somehow pulled too far into a ditch on the roadside which left the trailer totally blocking the road. It didn't take an engineer to understand that this road would be blocked for hours.
We backup up a ways and turned in the driveway of a small church and headed back to the intersection where my intuition had told me to go. We hung a right and a few miles down the road, we saw a sign for Aliceville which was on our map and we could find a path
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We came around a curve and saw a remarkable old church in the Clinton community. I pulled off the side of the road and grabbed a quick picture. The church was as old as the hills, but still well maintained.
After we shot the photos, we headed on through Aliceville, Alabama which was a delightful little town with some beautiful old houses.
We made it home early afternoon and promptly took a nap. It was refreshing and afterward, I went out and watered the blueberries. We have six blueberry bushes now and I believe we'll have fruit next year if we don't have another drought this summer.
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