November 10

Well, it was a beautiful place, and quiet, except for one campsite of university students who had visitors until 1:30 AM. They weren't very loud, just loud enough. At one point I heard someone say, "I'm reading my script," and I thought, oh no not drama students. There was a family camped across the way from me that I think were living in the campground. Three kids aged 10 to 17, and their parents. They were gone all day, but their tents (2) were pitched and laundry was hung out to dry. They came "home" at sunset as I was getting into my tent, and were gone again this morning before 8:00. I was on the road by ten, and soon into Alabama, on the Gulf Coast Highway, a hot, flat, boring ride, with Luxury high-rises on my left and fast food outlets on my right for twenty or more mile. Took a ferry to Dauphin Island, which has a cheap community-owned campground where I am ensconced amid an excursion of some sort, involving a dozen or so teenage boys.