Just like old times! Satisfied, I headed back toward home and more mundane traffic frustrations. I stopped at a roadside stand to pick up some rhubarb for a pie, refilled my tank, and tuned into the end of the (maddening) Nats game. I had dinner at the home of some Virginia friends, and shared my pictures. They nodded and smiled. I discerned that it would be better to wait for some other time to tell them about the Birmingham Train Chasing Association.
P. S. Nowhere else but Crudup!