Pensacola

After a long drive through a rainy Alabama, we have arrived to sunshine, a soft bed, and an evening snack.

Leaving Atlanta was not easy because we missed a ramp to I-85. So we stopped to ask questions at a gas station. A white gentleman behind the counter gave us directions, but he had his mouth full of food—it looked like he was chewing some of the south's famous chicken—so we asked a black gentleman outside the station. He gave us good directions, but when we started to mess up and take the wrong exit, he honked from the other lane and led to the correct lane. So we kept driving along the freeway, trying to get a sense of what lie beyond. Of course that didn't work, so we drove into downtown Montgomery and took a brief historic tour.

We began at the Montgomery Visitor's Center which used to be the Union Station. Chuck was famished so we ate at a fantastic Thai restaurant that was a part of the station. Then we boarded a touring trolley which drove us to some of the most important sites of the First White House of the Confederacy, the Dexter Baptist Church where Martin Luther King, Jr. was pastor, his home, and the Alabama State Capitol where he tried to end his Freedom March from Selma. There were other important buildings, and we enjoyed a break from the car. After our tour it was back into our Nissan Versa and on to Pensacola.