With no particular game plan other than avoiding large cities I headed southeast on highway 69 and soon came upon Moundville. I’d heard of ancient native settlements like it on the History Channel or PBS programs so I paid the $8 fee and did the walk-around. Actually other people did the walk-around; I did the ride-around. I expect most people following this blog know at least as much as I do about them so I won’t spend a lot of time explaining. Hey, that's why they have the History Channel, eh?
The view at the top was well worth the climb
The one thing I found most fascinating was how they gardened, no row crops for those guys, they planted in clumps and never weeded or watered. The people who are in charge of such things have an actual garden using the same methods and it’s really neat. So neat in fact I may have a go at one like it next time around. Hmm…now that I think about it my garden isn’t too far off that scheme as it is.
Within the park there’s also the Lost Black Warrior Museum with lots of artifacts and dioramas depicting life as it was in the village. When I was there I think there were only one or two others present so I had the run of the place, very nice way to see things.
My best photo of the day. According to me. Thank you.
Along about 3:45 I noticed the sky to the south was beginning to look pretty dark and the wind was kicking up. I studied the cloud formation as I rode along and hoped it wouldn’t develop into a high wind storm. I needn’t have worried, within a short time the sky opened up and dumped on me. The temperature remained fairly hot so the rain was refreshing; at least until I began to get soaked and then I figured it was time to hang it up. Consulting Garmin & Co for directions to the nearest Days Inn I was soon headed to Troy, the nearest town of size.
Somewhere there is a being with a warped sense of humor as the GPS took me to the Super 8 motel; not Days Inn. By then the rain had desisted and since it was relatively early I rode on by and after searching a bit I found them about a half mile up the highway. Inside and registering I commented to the manager and he laughed about it saying “All you guys on motorcycles tell me that. Ha ha ha ha…” He’s East Indian of course.
With that said I think I’ll close this out for today and go see if they’re dry.
Ha ha ha ha....