Drive to Birmingham
I awoke the following morning with a cheery Alabama sun blinding my eyes. We rushed to get the tent rolled and bagged, the car loaded and organized, the bags packed and stowed, so we could amble off and explore the place in which we had spent the night. 
It was simply beautiful. We had stumbled into Wind Creek State Park the previous night quite by accident, by a recommendation from our trusty AAA CampBook, thinking it was a cheap place to set up camp. In the blackness of the night it seemed lackluster, but the morning sun bathed the lake and the trees and the fish and the shorelines in a warm glow. A few sweet gum trees were already turning festive reds and oranges and yellows, peppering the green banks with spots of color, sneak peeks of the foliage display to come. Everything was so still, so untainted by humans. Above us, half a dozen turkey vultures bobbled unsteadily on the air currents, on the prowl for prey or simply enjoying the view.
We lazily dragged our feet through the water, reveling in the swirls of silt that were stirred up by our movements. Auntie Cindy loved the sunshine, Matthew the crabs and fish, and myself the diversity of rocks.
Then off we were to Birmingham. The trip was quite long, but listening to the recording of J.R.R. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings sure made the time fly. Tolkien truly was a master wordsmith.
Our drive was punctuated by a stop at Popeye's that suddenly appeared by the freeway exit we had just taken. Godsend.
The next few hours were spent at the library, a truly beautiful place that put even the Lafayette library to shame and gave the Wellesley Free Library a run for its millions of dollars. We sure do love our books in this family.
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