Part-3

The third ride out of East Louisiana was a "Get out of Dodge" forced march. I needed to ride for 9 hours since my daughter was having a big party at her house and I, frankly, cannot stand crowds, small or large. I headed south because I'd been north. I decided to ride 90 across the Pearl River Delta and just putt. I again found myself in Bay Saint Louis.

East of Pearlington I dropped due south toward the coast. Katrina was still everywhere.
This old church had floated across the highway.

Below is where she'd been since1868.

Below is a plea from D.Caddy to please not destroy this historical building, built 1868 by C. LeFontaine. Such a shame, such a shame.
It is St. Ann's Catholic Church. Good luck buddy.

From Here
I am copying this web page here since they disappear and it's too good to lose. Search for Bayou Caddy for more info.
This is the tv station's article.
Hancock County 11/14/06
Look Around Mississippi: St. Ann's on Bayou Caddy
Everybody has a building that has special meaning to them -- an old home, maybe Grandma's house. For the Ladner family in Hancock County, it's an old church that's still standing after Katrina -- it's just not standing where it used to be.

For over a hundred years, with the exception of a brief period of time just after Hurricane Camille when it floated askew, St. Ann's Catholic Church sat squarely atop brick pilings on the banks of Bayou Caddy in lower Hancock County. But Katrina picked it up and deposited it in the ditch across the road.

Helen Carter, who grew up in the church, was shocked: "Well, when I came around that curve it just, it was just like part of the family gone, you know. We all still feel like that."

The church was a part of the family. The LaFountaines donated the land where the building was built back in 1868, and descendents of the family have taken care of it since then. They painted it and roofed it and cut the grass. And now it has been sitting in a ditch for over a year, and the family feels it's their duty to set it aright.

Beverly Ladner is a LaFountaine descended kin. She says, "but my daughter, my sister-in-law, we're really wanting to get it back over here so we can restore it again and keep it here as a monument and for our family, future family to come. For the kids to take care of it like we've always taken care of it."

Anyone else looking at this building and seeing it hump-backed, with one wall completely separated and fallen out and the floor all wavy would tear it down and start all over. But that's because they're not family. Family looks at the possibility, not the impossibility.

Beverly says all they need is a little legal help with the land survey, then someone with machinery that can pick up the building, and then maybe some advice with the carpentry and St. Ann's, or the "Little White Church on Bayou Caddy," as they've grown to call it over the decades, will live again.

Meanwhile, the building waits across the road from whence it came. Waiting for enough people to get as determined to put it back as Katrina was to put it there to begin with.

I again found the water.

It was a beautiful sunny day on the beach.

There were even a few people enjoying it.

I rode into Bay Saint Louis and crossed US 90

The Seawall ended at Cedar Point boat ramp at the mouth of the Jordan River.
How bibical, on this trip you've seen where Moses lives and where the Jordan River flows.

That's the back of the Hollywood Casino which is supposed to be open.
These fishermen were looking for a little luck in the right place. Maybe.

I left in a bad mood and hauled it out of there on 43 branching off on 603 and 57 that took me up to Poplarville. I didn't exactly follow that road but meandered around returning to it.
For county courthouse collectors, here's the one at Poplarville, Pearl River County, Mississippi.
I didn't even check out the monument. I was tired and I was quickly closing in on 900 miles of riding that week. Too much of a good thing gets old. Riding tired is for the birds.

After 9 hours of straight riding I got back to the house, snapped one more picture and got some ice tea, sat down in my favorite folding chair and went to sleep. That sleep part looks good, even now.
Later.

Below, just part of the actual ride.

That's all folks.
A new rear tire just came and I'm headed for the garage to install it. The 53 b uck Kenda had lasted well over 6000 mile and I'm plenty happy with that. It handled very well up to speeds of 6o mph. I don't go any faster, might miss something.