Alabama Road Trip #2 Somewhere off the backroads of Bibb County, Alabama, the woods still breathe heat. You can almost feel it rising from the ground — the faint ghost of a fire that burned for four decades and forged an empire. When Dusty and I pulled into West Blocton Coke Ovens Park, we didn’t … Read more
Alabama Road Trip #2 There’s something about ruins that pull you in—the way time folds itself around stone and iron, how silence can still hum with memory. We hadn’t planned on finding Brierfield. It was one of those “Murph detours” that started with a roadside sign for the Absalom Pratt House and ended with Dusty … Read more
An Unplanned Stop Worth the U-Turn We weren’t even supposed to be here. Dusty and I were rolling toward Tannehill Historic State Park when a weathered wooden sign caught my eye: Sadler Plantation Home, Circa 1838. Before my brain caught up with my hands, I’d whipped the truck into an illegal U-turn. Murph laughed the … Read more
Alabama Road Trip #2 | Side Road Saturday We were headed to chase ghosts, if I remember right.A haunted house, a tip, a rumor. But then a brown sign blinked past our window: Claybank Log Church. Dusty and I locked eyes.The brakes answered before we did. There’s something magical about unplanned stops—the kind that don’t … Read more
You’d think by now I’d know better than to tempt fate with a cemetery and a clue. But there we were—twice, actually—following faint directions and full hearts straight into the arms of Murphy himself. The first time, Dusty and I were chasing a letterbox. A simple one. A quiet one. Supposedly tucked away under the … Read more