Saturday, November 22, 2008 - Foscue Creek Park, Demopolis AL
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Portrait of LD at dawn - Foscue Creek Park, Nov 22, 2008
What a beautiful morning
It's cold here this morning but it's dawned a bright sunny day. I've been up since 3:00AM and now that dawn is here I'm off for a walk in the park to see if I can get a few pictures before the mist rises off the river.
[Update] Not much luck with the pictures. I still haven't settled my traveling mud enough to concentrate on the finer points of this photography business. I have a couple photos that might show up here in the next few days but nothing exciting enough to resist being bumped by better stuff to come.
Night camp
Site 45 - Foscue Creek Campground, Demopolis AL
- This is a well maintained US Army Corps of Engineers campground with level paved sites, most with full hookups
- Many sites overlook the water of the inlets off Demopolis Lake on the Tombigbee River
- There is good biking on the park roads
- The campground is pretty full Thanksgiving week and is generally booked solid the weekend of the Demopolis Christmas on the River festival in early December.
- Poor Verizon cell phone service - access is via Extended Network, roaming
- No Verizon EVDO service - access is via the Extended Network and service varies is slow but reliable
- Only 3 miles to Wal-Mart and other services in Demopolis AL
- Find other references to Foscue Creek
- List the nights I've camped here
- Check the weather
- Reserve a site
- Get a map
Over Fifty
Some of this has been painful for me, but it's all been wildly instructive. And it convinced me that nearly every person over fifty should try to find a time to sit down and engage in the same exercise, even if you never intend to publish anything. You need to think about what really meant something to you. Who did you really love. Who really made you what you are. What the seminal events did. And also it's an incredible discipline. Because I found it shocking to me what I remember and what I don't. It's shocking to me what I can remember factually and how hard it is for me to be absolutely sure about how I felt at the time. You know, how did I feel when I was 16? I don't really know.
Bill Clinton, on writing his memoir, in an interview with James Fallows, the Atlantic Monthly