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I crosssed the Mississippi on the soon to be lost New Roads to St.Francisville monument.
There are few ferries left in Louisiana and you should take advantage of them while you can.
Children love it and they remember. In fact I saw a grandpa showing his six year old grandson the sights from the rail as we crossed. That was cool. As they passed the youngster looked at the bike and asked his grandfather what it was. The wise man replied, "a big one".
Though not entirely correct, the bike does appear larger with all the junk I carry. |
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This is the hot South at its finest and you need to get in the Southern groove and take it in. Let your imagination bloom. This countyside has been the stage for so many layers of history. It was never a dull place being often a battleground where great nations fought for supremacy.
Today other wars go on, but that's another story.
As you leave the ferry and go up the hill towards St.Francisville, take the second left, Tunica Road. The first thing you will see is an old cabin. I wonder if it goes back to the Bayou Sara days?
We'll touch on that on the way back from where we are going.
Traveling here always gets me two rides on the ferry. That's a big plus.
If I forget to tell ya, Ray, I saw the guy you haggled with in the ferry picture. If he's lost some weight, it wasn't much. |
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The road goes, just follow it. |
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You are in La., not North Carolina or Arkansas. If you've been to those places, this place will take you back. It is hidden, lush La. and has become more hidden since my last trip. That I'll explain later. |
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This was a Monday and there was no one on this road. No one? Why? |
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Except this lone bicyclist. She even said, "Hi". |
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At the low water crossing something had happened. The remains of the concrete "bridge" lay about. It had been so neat to cross the river on it. I guess it had been undermined making it unsafe. At the end of this one I'll link you to the first trip so you can see this place 4 years ago. |
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If I had brought a folding chair the ride could have ended here. |
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I backtracked looking for a way around the blocked crossing going north. |
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A glimpse was all I could get of this one. I chose the tan background for this report since it goes well with green. There will be a lot of green. |
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I guess the sign was right. In LA, often the Police Jurys lose their signs and they just stay up forever. You can't trust them. Often, one of the good ol' boys who is in with the Police Jury just puts a sign up to keep the traffic down. Look up "Police Jury". Sounds scary, huh? You should witness one of their meetings. Comedies can be scary. That form of government may be part of the Napoleonic Code. In it, all politicians pretend to be Napoleon. |
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