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| The GPS was not programmed for this area and we were flying blind, but finally flying. The roads were wonderful. Jac'kal seemed to have forgiven me as we twisted and turned, rose and fell, in a rolling ballet. She put up with the obligatory old store and house pictures for there were miles of non stop bliss. |
| The Cross Road and Cross Road Grocery. Owner gone fishing? |
| Another old house. I needed another bridge to cheer me up. |
| L-O-L-A, Lola. Now we know the rest of the story. If you don't understand what I'm taking about, don't worry, It's a generation thing. Kinda Kinky. Located in Hooker Ms, very fitting. |
| Headed south out of Hooker, I saw this side road with what appeared to be a little bridge. What ya think J.K.? Is it Ok?, OK. |
| I've held off showing you the many sandy fast flowing streams I cross, for reasons mentioned before.(her, shuuu). This one with the little bridge was too hard to resist. |
| The road led shortly to this old house. It was not lived in. There was a collection of old recliners on the porch. The parking area appeared used. I think it is where the field hands eat lunch. |
| Ms. 42 hit Ms. 43 at New Hebron. I was still a long way from home port and I was tempted to pass her by. I u-turned and came back. So what if I was after dark getting home. Lost on a dark back road might be a whole new opportunity. Jac'kal's Italian lighting is so subtle. |
| RIP |
| New Hebron Furniture Co. is not RIP, yet. Must be the new blue painted metal frontage that's kept her spiffy. It is a big store. |
| I think I was looking at the back of the house from the road. I should have walked around it. I can tell when I'm getting tired, I start short cutting and putting off until "next time". It's a sign to get on home, which was my next endeavor. Ms.43 is a fine, fun road. It runs into Ms.13 which is not. Ms. 13 runs into Columbia. Columbia is less fun. I got lost but soon recovered. I got out of Columbia and crossed the Pearl on a featureless bridge, thank goodness. I dropped south on 35 which changes names to 21 entering Louisiana. I was fast tracking it. J.K. smelled the barn and we were flying in the cool evening air. |
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