Behold, Behemoth!

One day, after church, we decided to visit a battleship.  As one will.  It was grey, cold, and foggy. The decks and stairs were terrifyingly slippery.  This is the “breathtaking” view of Mobile Bay promised from the deck.  Ah, well, timing is everything.  But John had fun.  And the local Irish pub, which has a traditional music session on Sundays, for 9 years, now, saved the day!

 We spent a lovely day at an amazing museum I will tell you about later.  Then we had to putter through Georgia following Siri’s directions. The Confederacy would still be in power if Sherman had had to rely on Siri for his March to Savannah.  So we arrived after dark, which is a big no no in RV land, especially if you’re boondocking, which we are, tonight.  Here you can see why.  That’s what it looks like when you do what we did today. But we’re here, and safe, and warm. It’s dripping rain, but we’re dry.  John, we have to get another GPS option. 

We spent two weeks near Mobile, Alabama. It was relaxing and we have a new enjoyment of the ocean, and river bays, and marshes, and deltas. Although we never saw an alligator. (“It’s too freaking cold,” they say) We were invited by friends to drive south to Dauphin Island, and see that community’s Mardi Gras parade.  Now we can say we’ve been to a Mardi Gras parade!  Yes, it was early; Mardi Gras is not until February 13.  But Mardi Gras is not a DAY in Louisiana and Alabama. It’s a SEASON. And they have FUN.  Oh, and don’t talk to a Mobilian about where the first Mardi Gras in the Americas happened…it’s not pretty.  We staked out a spot on the parade route. We fortified ourselves with provisions.  Oddly, for a town full of Mardi Gras revelers, the only options were Mexican, and...Mexican. The parade began, with the usual first responder fanfare.  Then came the Indians. And about 45 other units.  I only took a few pictures; I was pretty busy catch...