It’s late, and I don’t feel much like writing, so this will be the quick version of today’s events. I drove up north to Selma, and watched the buildings slowly grow more weathered. It was a gray day, and the ramrod-straight trees seemed tired as they lined the road. I stopped for lunch, a pretty good barbecue sandwich with some crispy pork mixed in, and set down US-80, the same road Dr. King and company took as they marched toward Montgomery. The road is only sparsely marked with interpretive signs; you have to know what you’re looking for to find traces of that march. It wasn’t the most inspiring road I’ve traveled, but I’m glad I drove it.
I’m overnighting outside Montgomery, then heading south to dodge the incoming storm. I just may hit my third panhandle tomorrow.