Day 10 (44): Talladega, AL

We slept good last night, didn’t get too cold and the air mattress held. It was questionable since we hadn’t pulled it out of the trailer until we left on this leg again. It literally went from the bike trailer to the car (along with the tent and camping supplies). Cassie woke up not feeling well and they went to Wal-Mart for cold medicine. When they got back Dustin cooked an awesome eggs & sausage breakfast.

Before we went to the truck race Devin & I went down the road to the gas station to get ice & sunflower seeds & firewood. On our way out of the campground someone was selling wood for $20 for 20 sticks. Uh, no. There were tons of roadside people selling wood so we headed on to the gas station where we saw this sign inside.

Now adult illiteracy is a problem and I appreciate those who are willing to take on the challenge, but do you see a problem here? I guess friends or relatives could read the sign and send their loved ones to this place, but most times illiterate adults are able to hide their illiteracy from nearly everyone. Anyway…

We found a roadside firewood guy selling 20 sticks for $10 and stopped (at my urging because of his Carl Edwards #99 flag). He was a nice old man; said he’d been there since Tuesday (this was Saturday) selling wood.  After asking who our favorite driver was and being dismayed at Devin’s #24 response, I proudly said Carl and he told us about the time that Carl Edwards saw his flag, stopped, and took a picture and gave this guy his autograph (super cool). It was right before the famous Carl Edwards Talladega wreck in ’09 (YouTube it…one of the gnarliest wrecks in NASCAR).

The truck race started at 3pm, and it wasn’t long before we headed over there. The truck race was good, but nothing spectacular. The weather was really nice. I got lots of compliments on my sparkly NASCAR hat.

Mini-B enjoyed his first race. Hannah Montana lunchbox is another story…but she got to go too.

We came back to camp after the race and Dustin made cheeseburgers and mac & cheese while Cassie & I tried to start a fire. It was getting dark and a little misty. Eventually one of our camping neighbors came over and lit the fire with fluid. Devin was tired from the race and had fallen asleep in the chair so of course we had to take pictures

Here’s Dustin & Cassie

We ended up hanging out with our neighbors (the hecklers). They were all from Alabama and Pensacola and we had a good time with them. It rained pretty good though but the fire was helped fend off the cold. Eventually we went to bed, all bundled up again. Devin called it in a little earlier than the rest of us; here he is with the “why are you all still up” look:

We didn’t travel very many miles today. The trucks ran a 250 miles race though, and that counts for something right?