A Juicy Detour at Sunset There’s a certain kind of road-trip delirium that only shows up near the end of a long day—when the sky turns purple, the gas station lights hum awake, and everything starts to feel a little surreal.That’s the exact moment Dusty and I rolled into Clanton, Alabama, chasing the most gloriously … Read more
There are days on a road trip when the universe hands you iron, fire, and history… and then follows it up with something delightfully weird just to keep you on your toes. Orr Park was exactly that. We’d already spent the day weaving through Alabama’s industrial past — places like the rugged remains of Sloss … Read more
They say you can still hear the hammers ringing at Sloss Furnaces, echoing through the smoke and iron that built Birmingham’s name. But when Dusty and I first tried to visit, the only sound we heard was Murph laughing in the distance. Round One: When Murph Closed the Gates This stop was supposed to be … 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
Alabama Road Trip #2 | Travel Made Personal A Leap Into Story Dusty and I didn’t exactly plan to stop here. Lover’s Leap was one of those bonus surprises you only find when you leave the itinerary loose enough for curiosity. We’re both afraid of heights, so stepping onto a rock shelf above Shades Creek … Read more
Sometimes the road hands you a story you didn’t know you needed. Dusty and I were driving downtown Montgomery, killing time before the National Memorial for Peace & Justice opened, when we spotted the red-bricked arches of Union Station. The building practically demanded we pull over. We didn’t realize it at the time, but this … 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
If there’s one thing Dusty and I have learned on the road, it’s that sometimes the best stories come from the waiting. We rolled into Enterprise, Alabama, a little ahead of schedule for our visit to The Depot Museum. The place wasn’t open yet, so we wandered down Main Street toward a landmark that always … Read more