I crossed the Mississippi River under the cover of darkness, sounds like a search-and-destroy mission, and pulled into a rest and welcome center and went to sleep for the night. When I woke up I was in Greenville Mississippi.
I thought it was dreary-on-Lake Erie when I pasted but Greenville Mississippi was not a place I wanted to be. I washed my face, freshened up, and headed out. Oh, don't drink the water it was brown.
I hit the road heading southwest in search of the infamous Natchez Trace Trail and within a couple of hours I was following a historic well travelled route. Once just a worn out dirt path the trail meandered through both rich and poor neighborhoods. This was not a hiking trail but an exercise in Native American history and the building of a nation. Today I look and learn.
Cotton ready for picking.
Halloween decorations using local foliage, cotton.
Wealthy estates.
Poor neighborhoods.
From the country pride.
Shady Lane, country living.
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