“Don’t hit that deer, Andra!”
“I SEE IT, DAD!!!!!!”
“Golly Molly, Andra. You’re gonna kill us all. I hope this restaurant is worth all this trouble.”
We wandered into the Gibbes Store in Learned, Mississippi in search of the best steaks around. After clocking 90 miles in six days, I. Am. Always. Famished.
Dad started his Roy Variety Show before his gigantic butt hit the seat.
“Looks like you…
Creole Queen with the Crescent City Connection.
To Live Forever: An Afterlife Journey of Meriwether Lewis Natchez Trace 444-mile walk. Day 7. I felt like Frogger today.
To Live Forever: An Afterlife Journey of Meriwether Lewis Natchez Trace 444-mile walk. Day 6. Showing those blisters who’s boss!!
A certain bird has been following me up the Trace. It rattles into trees. Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of a red head or streaks of white.
I don’t know what kind.
It was loudest around Sunken Trace, a fissure in the earth formed by the unique soil conditions along the Natchez Trace ridge line. How many buffalo herds stampeded through this junction? What Native Americans hid in the…
To Live Forever: An Afterlife Journey of Meriwether Lewis Natchez Trace 444-mile walk. Day 5. The debut of the blood blister. I’ll spare you.
Sixty miles walked. Four days. Two of them on the tail end of Winter Storm Titan. Other than a nagging blister on my sore left pinky toe, I’m trudging through the abuse.
I owe huge thanks to two tough Southern ladies.
Miss Ethel, owner of Hope Farm in Natchez, got our trip off to a roaring start. She and Dad dueled for best storyteller, and she roundly defeated Dad. Her best story?
“Every year, I…
"Perception is real"
To Live Forever: An Afterlife Journey of Meriwether Lewis Natchez Trace 444-mile walk. Day Four. Can I eat my king cake now?
So, what are Dad and Alice up to while I’m plodding along on the Natchez Trace? Besides eating fried chicken and not bringing me any?
(Okay. That isn’t fair. At the end of Day Two, they took me back to the Old Country Store Restaurant in Lorman, Mississippi. After I cleaned my plate, Mr D even sang Sugar Pie Honey Bunch to me.)
Here’s a photographic documentary of their adventures. Note the…