May 16, 2006
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Day 23 – Prattville, AL – 120 Miles
Another big climbing day in Alabama with 6000 feet of climbing. Who knew there were so many hills in Alabama? Besides the Alabamans. I started the day in a crappy mood because I saw a reelection campaign commercial for the Alabama governor pledging to “defend the sanctity of marriage”. From me. Yep, you heard it here first.. the good people of Alabama need to be protected from me and my insidious desire to have the same rights as everybody else. Unbelievable. I keep forgetting the thing I liked least about the south was not the heat or the poverty but the bigotry. And whether you’re a bigot with a hood and a burning cross or a bigot with a bible in one hand and republican national funding in the other you’re still a bigot. And that means you too Bill Frist. The record will show that I knew that Jeff was the man for me the second we met and I married him the first chance I got. If that threatens your marriage than you’re relationship has problems that keeping us down isn’t going to fix.
So I was pretty pissed for the first few hours but I finally got over it when I found two adorable puppies playing in their front yard. Luckily for Jeff I couldn’t keep them but they were so sweet– lab hound dog mutts and I think I saw their daddy a little further up the hill. Most of the day was pretty monotonous. Trees and single wides with an odd farm or two. We stayed way away from populated regions for some reason so I focused on staying on top of the hills and trying to get in a good run. Which I did. After lunch I headed into Prattville, a cute little town outside of Montgomery. It has an old cotton gin factory that is very pretty.
and also a pretty victorian– although it could be Antebellum it looks 1870′s to me or maybe a little later.
I got totally lost on the way to the hotel and ended up on a busy road and the motorists were not happy about it at all. Man everybody seems awful wound up in this town. With all the honking and shouting and cursing I heard you would of thought I was walking down the street buck naked with a burning flag in one hand and wiping my butt with the bible with the other. Sheesh! I wonder if they make Xanax in town size? Tomorrow we’re off to Georgia! I can’t wait.
