To save a 20-mile day from escalating into a 30+ mile day, I decided to risk walking the interstate once again, for the first time since a tiny trio of miles in Louisiana. Well, Alabama State Patrol stopped me as soon as I reached the bottom of the ramp. The trooper told me I couldn’t walk I-65, but as I pled my case to him, asking only to “rush” up to the next exit, Grace Garland, six miles up, he told me he couldn’t “see” me doing so (sly smile), so I couldn’t walk that way as he was driving off. He was giving me “unofficial” permission. So, after charging across those next six miles, I got off at the GG exit and zigzagged my way to Georgiana. So as to arrive before dark, I didn’t sit down for a single break the entire 20 miles. I arrived and went straight to the Georgiana police station. The captain on duty pointed me to the Hank Williams park/museum complex, which is where I’m spending tonight. I’ve parked myself on the covered grandstand concert stage, the very place where musicians perform to thousands during festivals. I’ve been here a couple of hours now– it’s very safe and solitary (I could even change my underwear on center stage). It’s a nice night out. I’m confident I’ll score some quality rest before continuing 17 more miles to Greenville in the morning.