Talladega Love - St Rosa's Knight

Well, after finally getting myself out of a foggy sleep from overconsuming beer, wine and scotch (while enjoying the company of Leigh Love) I discovered the camp surrounded in a pretty thick, bright white fog -- no sunshine had penetrated the fog at that time and only the large RVs were visible.  Now, the sun has penetrated some spots and the pilings of the destroyed piers out in the nearby sound have come more into view but, still no sign of the bridge or the buildings on the other side of the sound.

The one really fun and enjoyable person I've met here at the campground is Leigh and I think she will be the only hope to brighten things during the holidays here and the coming winter months -- hopefully, for her sake, the winter will be as moderate here as it was last year.  I only regret not getting to know her sooner and sharing more time with her -- instead of looking for that great fishing spot somewhere around here (I've come to the conclusion that it doesn't exist at this time of the year).

So, as I begin to repack things here and get the RV ready for the road on Tuesday, I will stay close to the campground, get Tiger out occasionally and hope to enjoy more time with Leigh and share some more stories and a few beers or glasses of wine (scotch is nearly gone and the Jose Cuervo is getting drawn down too -- may need a trip to the licquor store somewhere along the road to Texas).  The last of the Sambuca went the night before.

By the way, Leigh comes from a family of lawyers (The Love's) in Talladega -- thus the Talladega Love.  She probably wouldn't want me to identify her as a lawyer because she doesn't practice law anymore since her father passed away -- she keeps her license just in case she changes her mind (don't sue me please).