Once I got into Montgomery, I had to make the call whether to take it all the way through, which is another six hours, or bed down just past Dothan. There’s an equine motel there -- you put your horses in a corral for the night and let them stretch their legs. I always carry our own hay, of course, and for this group, that bottled water. Ten of those five-gallon jugs, said jugs of which I declined to load myself, thank you very much.
I took the exit onto State Road 231, aiming to have dinner at the steakhouse in Ozark. They’ve got a trucker’s parking lot in the back and they’re pretty good about seating us where we can watch our rigs. Plus, I think they kinda wanted to keep us truckers away from the work-a-day clientele. Can’t say I blamed ‘em.
I pulled in next to another horse rig I
