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TS7 Hop 17 – Robertsdale AL to Tallahassee FL

Posted by on September 22, 2021
TS7 Hop 17

224 miles, all on I-10 except for a few miles at either end. Cumulative tow miles: 3688. Truck miles: 332. Cumulative truck miles: 5168. The extra truck miles were due to a sightseeing trip north of Robertsdale and a refueling stop at Buc-ees.

It terms of navigation it doesn’t get any easier than this. Traffic wasn’t bad, the weather was good, the truck ran fine and the refrigerator stayed on.

The Styx River
Cheap ice

My two nights in Robertsdale were at the Riverside RV Resort. This is, overall, a very nice campground which is tainted in my view by the signs containing scripture quotes that are sprinkled around the property. I don’t get why campgrounds feel a need to evangelize. In this case it is a bit ironic as the campground is bordered by the Styx River which in Greek mythology is a harbinger of death.

I did one sightseeing trip to the north and west of Robertsdale. It didn’t produce much except a fairly nice sunset photo.

I stopped at Buc-ee’s to refuel on my way back to the RV. This was a revelation. Think 7-11 on steroids. The gas was relatively inexpensive, which was great, but the number of pumps – at least 60 – was about 4 times greater than any other convenience store I have ever seen. It also had some interesting fast food (I picked up a chopped brisket sandwich and freshly fried potato chips. Pretty good. Perhaps the strangest thing was an entire deli section devoted exclusively to… jerky. About 100 different kinds of jerky, all apparently made right there.

And the ice cubes – a 20 lb bag for 99 cents. If I had had room in my freezer I would have gotten a bag.

Sunset north of Robertsdale
Buc-ee’s gas pumps
Buc-ee’s mega convenience store
Ant bites

One nasty surprise that I discovered at Riverside: my injured foot. It was covered with fire ant bites, obviously from when I was tearing down at my previous stay in Vicksburg. I felt the bites but was very quick to get them off my feet (and very quick to spray my sandals with insect killer). I thought it was nothing, but those little ants pack a punch. My foot looked like it had a bad case of measles. Note to self: wear sneakers when tearing down the utilities.

I also thought: if this had been Jett’s foot she would have been in the ER. She was very allergic to all kinds of insect bites.

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