Day 13, Bayou La Batre, Al, 43 miles, 597 miles total

I had a 20-ish mile ride this morning to catch the Mobile Bay Ferry at Fort Morgan, the furthest point west on Alabama's south coast peninsula.  The ferry would take me to Dauphin Island, which is connected to the mainland by a 3-mile bridge.  Going this way allows travelers to avoid driving through the busy town of Mobile.

The first bridge I crossed was over Portage Creek in Gulf Shores, Al

The road to the Mobile Bay Ferry


Houses on stilts on the narrow peninsula that has the ferry at its west end.

The ferry arrives.

Wally on board.

An oil rig in the Gulf.

The ferry's bridge

Passengers enjoy the ride as the skies once again turn ominous.

Once I arrived on Dauphin Island a squall struck and I ended up sitting in a covered seating area waiting for mother nature to chill out.  That took about 20 minutes.

When the ferry docked on Dauphin Island, mother nature let loose.

Back on the road, I pedaled toward the mainland.

"Houses" on Dauphin Island.

The Bridge connecting Dauphin Island to the mainland.

Finally I arrived in Bayou La Batre, today's destination.  I'm trying to decide whether or not to take a day off here or in Gulfport, Mississippi, my next stop.  Not sure what I'll do yet.

Boats moored on Bayou La Batre near the town of the same name.

A strange looking, broken down submarine in drydock at Bayou La Batre

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  1. JulianSeptember 24, 2018 at 11:52 PM

    Gulfport and Biloxi were a lot nicer than we expected

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