Just as New Orleans was a great place to kick off our road trip, Nashville was the perfect place to go out on a high note. From Music City we headed south on I-65 to Birmingham and sweet home Alabama. We had planned to visit my Aunt Barbara and Uncle Tom for two nights. They have a beautiful home worthy of
Southern Living and gave us a warm welcome over a glass of sweet tea. After all of our wandering, Brian and I agree that we appreciate the Deep South with its green trees and good manners more than ever.
And of course, the food! Dinner was a half rack of ribs at the famous
Dreamland BBQ. Even if it originated in Tuscaloosa, this Auburn fan has to give credit where credit is due - they cook some finger-lickin' food!
The next morning "Unkie" Tom cooked us his famous breakfast of eggs, grits, bacon and biscuits; our day was off to a good start! Brian and I took the morning to relax and recount our travels. Eventually we worked up an appetite and grabbed a quick bite at
The Summit before heading to Homewood to visit Birmingham's most famous landmark, the
Vulcan statue. Vulcan, the Greek god of fire and forge stands in tribute to the city's roots in the iron and steel industry. From his tower on Red Mountain, Vulcan stands 126 feet high and is visible all over Birmingham, but hard to take in from the park below.
Back at the Roberts' residence, Tom had cooked an amazing steak dinner and we sat down for another great meal and genuine conversation. I had plans to meet my fabulous friend, Jayme Malone, who also lives in Birmingham for a drink and dessert at
Jackson's Bar and Bistro while Brian stayed to watch the Braves extend their winning streak to nine games. Let's hope they can keep it up!
Another good night's sleep and another great breakfast (but this time with blueberry pancakes), and it was time to hit the road again!
A short 3.5 hour drive and we were in my hometown of Dothan, Alabama where I was reunited with my very dirty dog, Cody. He had been at "summer camp" a we took to calling it; my parents kept him and he got to chase geese and race cars in the rain. As soon as we let him out of the gate, be jumped in the front seat of the car. I think he missed us!!!
Next we went to inspect all of the progress my family and their team of helpers had made on the child development center. We were absolutely amazed at how much they had accomplished in a month and so happy that all of their hard work would soon begin to start paying off; they hope to open September 1st and already have several candidates!
Everyone agreed they had earned a day off, so Saturday we were able to do some quality visiting. My niece, Avery, had a gymnastics exhibition at the mall that afternoon so the whole family went to watch, including my sister, Joy, who was in town from Florida State where she is in graduate school. Avery and her teammates put on quite a show for all the back-to-school shoppers and Aunt Sara was so proud!

We picked up dinner at Dobb's BBQ, always a favorite and settled in for a rousing game of
Dutch Blitz. It was so nice to have everyone together, and I think we each treasured it all the more since it is a rare occurrence these days.
Sunday was our last day in Dothan and for the grand finale, Dad wanted to take the boat to Panama City, about an hour and a half away. My family lived in P.C. until I was twelve, so I spent most of my childhood on the Saint Andrews Bay, swimming, skiing, and snorkeling. Something about the smell of salt in the air and gasoline on the water makes me almost euphoric. Weird, I know.
We put in at the City Marina and headed for Shell Island. After a good, long "talking-to" from my dad, (with the help of my sister Jenna's boyfriend, Andrew, a helicopter mechanic) our Yamaha motor propelled us across the bay which was brown and brackish with a month's worth of heavy rainfall, through the pass and into the Gulf of Mexico. Much to our surprise, the water off of Shell Island was a gorgeous, clear emerald green. With the sun shining overhead, it was a day made in heaven!!!
We swam, played and sunbathed to our hearts' content. When it was time to head back to the marina, the motor roared like lion!!!
Before heading back to Dothan, we stopped in to visit with my Grandaddy Koesy and his wife, Annie Lou. They served us cool, sweet watermelon and we shared the latest news. It was the perfect end to the perfect day.