Monticello

We have had fairly easy riding the last two days. The terrain has been flat to gently rolling. Nothing remarkable has occurred.

We stayed in Quincy last night. We found another sub-$35 motel, but it was much nicer than the fleapit of the previous night. A deluge of rain fell after we arrived. The sky cleared. We went to dinner at AJ's fried chicken joint. On the cashier's recommendation, I had the fried pork chop sandwich. It was excellent. Shortly after retirning to the motel, there was another deluge.

One sound has followed us all the way: the call of the mockingbird. It's a loud distinctive call. Now we hear frogs and insects adding their voices, especially whenever the road crosses a bayou.

We pass a lot of roadside memorials, presumably for traffic accodent victims. One caught my eye and caused me to ask a local about it. A motorcyclist was struck by a driver who "didn't see him". The memorial eternally reproaches the driver: "Can you see me now?"

Grocery stores here commonly include a minnow tank for fishermen. Better than the night crawlers in the stores on our previous ride.

Back in Pensacola, there were pelicans wearing jersies for each of the military branches. I have no explanation.

Right at the Alabama-Florida border, there is a place called the Flora-Bama. The reason for the Flora-Bama's popularity is that Florida has a lottery with bigger prizes than Alabama's. Alabamians drive to the Flora-Bama to buy their lottery tickets. The border actually runs through the building and is marked on the outside. You can buy your tickets on the Florida side of the building.