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| Part Two Brooklyn Or Bust |
| Life is short. That fact has been slapping me in the face since my last birthday when all reminded me that, "You'll be sixty next time around". I figured it was time to start scratching off some of those WanNaDoos before the curtain fell. I thought on how I should prioritize that list of two or three WNaD's. I decided to do the most desired first in case saidcurtain interrupted number two or three, both being of lesser importance. I was going to Brooklyn. Ray Fagan has been there and each time he goes he sends me a postcard. People who travel and send postcards with that smug, "wish you were here, having a great time and say HI to everyone" message just irk me. Like they really wish you were there. Balony. You'll never get a postcard from me. When I was looking at the map to see where I'd been on Ride One, I'd seen Brooklyn. I had no idea it was anywhere near my decreasing riding radius. I was driven as Ray's postcards had always pictured a certain landmark that cannot be appreciated in digital form. It has to be viewed on a personal level, visited, absorbed and appreciated. Decreasing radius or not I was going. |
| Retracing the last ride, I ended up west of Lumberton. I didn't have local maps loaded so it was "Roads of MS" reading time. The GPS is great, but good old picture book maps are better in some categories, like seeing a lot of stuff at once. With a GPS, you can see a lot of stuff, but detail goes away fast as you un-zoom. Maps can give you that, "it's just that far" misinformation. The Delorme maps didn't have a scale on each page so putting your finger between Olligargle and Mestigaga, MS didn't tell me much. No problem. I'd forgotten some of the mystery which true adventure riding should have. If you know all the answers before the ride, then why? Delorme was true to its GPS heritage and didn't differentiate between gravel and paved roads, or, private or public roads.. Hum. That way, when gravel roads get paved, they're not wrong. I love it when I get clear on things. |
| I was riding though pecan county. Pecans are Southern, another source of pride down here. Ok, I'm going to update you since the last ride started 8 pages ago and I know you forgot where you are or were. Bogalusa is easy to find. I'll just say that a blind man could find it and leave it at that. Cross over into MS, continue on MS 26 until you see MS.43, go north and turn east on Gobbler Head. Gobbler Heads runs into Stanford Lake and that runs into Spring Hill, where you go north.until you see Otis Jones. There go east until you hit US11. Those houses, below, are on OJ. |
| That house (above) caught my eye. Interesting architecture. My opinion is that it is the modern version of Greek Revival. Sort of a Picaso rendition.of GR. I'd say it was built in the late 50's when there was a lot of experimenting with design. Fins on cars and stuff like that were being played with. Whatcha think? The house below has a Spanish thing going on. The red tile roof says, "1930's" to me. The big windows and chimney say, "more modern". The houses were close together and I'll bet they are of the same generation. Whatcha think? |
| Got to Lumberton, went through Luberton on MS 13 and right east of town I headed up Old US 11. That's it below. You don't know how excited I get riding on HISTORY. I was grinin' and spinin'.. |
| Old 11 brought me to I-59 which I figured out how to get under and then on the east side of the Interstate, I hooked up with Deaver which brought me to Rock Hill that turned into Brooklyn Rd. Man, I was getting there!!! |
| I was going nuts. I had to slow down or miss something. If I'd followed my hormones, I'd run the old Italian wench up to 50 or 60 and missed the Rock Hill Motocross Track. Man, I bet it rocks here on Saturday night. Think about attending. Ticketron can probably hustle you a bleacher seat. |
| Brooklyn Rd. proceeded to ride the ridge through ranch country. That Goodie's Silver Ribbons Ranch above. |
| Brooklyn Rd. was was following Little Black Creek. Little Black Creek feeds Black Creek Right below their conflence I pulled off to check out the trail and the landing. This was great, I was getting up in the woods. |
| Southern Dogwood beauty cannot be photographed. They are one of those "gotta be there" visions. They bud out before other stuff and steal the show. When they flower, Easter is just around the corner and Spring has sprung. |
| Below, taken from the landing. |
| Below, taken from the trail. |
| All that natural beauty can't hold a candle to what is next. |
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