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| I wasn't kidding about forgetting what pictures I'd posted. I just straightened them out to prepare to write and I got over taken with the need to tell you that Mississippi is one hell of a special place for explorers, historians, sightseeres, and whoevers. The place is drop dead beautiful, especially in the Spring. In the next two rides we'll get into the forest and I'll re-emphasize my point there. Below, the beauty was stripped away by Katrina. There are still verticle match sticks left. That was Katrina's way. Trees of a certain age were snapped off at about 18 feet. Where their tops went, who knows? |
| I think I forgot to tell you that the land rises west of Morgantown. |
| Then it flattens onto a plateau. |
| More forest. Still heading south, still north of US 98. |
| Posers. They'll do the same thing for headlights. |
| The sun was sinking and the road, south of 98, was shrinking. |
| This two lane bridge across Theraldupaputa Creek. It deserved a picture. I have to note to Fred, who follows my every move,............ |
| .........do not stop and get off on the northbound bridge. He's going to anyway. Fred, your kickstand will go into one of them slots, Bubba. Then you'll write me one of those nasty mauve stationery notes about how your bike fell over and how you are going to sue me, again. The judge is not going to find you amusing any more. |
| I found myself way east of where I needed to be and corrected that by going right down this gravel road that went that way. I was talking "gravel" with Jason the other day and he said bluntly, "Gravel Smavel". I do believe that was a landmark moment in motorcycle history. More people should have that attitude about life in general. That's right up there with "Get er done", a worn but still useful motto. "Gravel Smavel" flows better. |
| Winter's dead grass is slowly being taken over by Spring's growth. Did I say I was riding in a tee-shirt? As long as you are greased up with sun screen, it don't get no better. |
| If Mississippi isn't the Promised Land, it's close to it. |
| Sure enough, right across the border I was in Louisiana. |
| Ride Two, part 1. |
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