Getting to Texas to Visit Our
Son and Daughter-in-Law
8/14 - We were only about 11 miles
from the start of the Natchez Trace Parkway and had not much more than
200 miles to go to get to Tupelo, MS. For those of you not familiar with
the Natchez Trace, here is a little background. From the early 1800s to
the mid 1820s farmers in the Ohio River Valley would build barges and
load them with their crops, livestock, and other items. They would float
the barges down the Mississippi to Natchez or New Orleans and sell
everything, including the barge. After all, there was no way to get the
barge back up river. Then, with money in pocket, they would walk or ride
horseback to get back home. Their route took them north northeast from
the southwestern corner of Mississippi, across the northwestern corner
of Alabama, and up through Tennessee. They braved bandits and Indians,
animals and natural obstacles to get home with their earnings from the
last harvest.
Now there is a very long and very narrow national park that generally
follows the route of the old Trace. There is a two-lane road with a
speed limit of 50MPH most of the way and closed to commercial traffic.
Access is relatively limited. There are places along the Trace where you
can read about and see information about the Old Trace. The Natchez
Trace Parkway stretches 444 miles from Natchez, MS to Franklin, TN, and
is a wonderfully peaceful way to spend a couple of days. When I say
narrow I mean narrow.
Entering the Natchez Trace Parkway south of
Nashville
Not all turkeys are in DC
Rico outside an old tobacco barn and tobacco
drying inside
A short section of the old trace you could
still drive
The Trace - we consider it a must see
They mow the verge
Presently you are in Alabama. Then
you cross the Tennessee River. Wow!!! You are in Alabama for relatively
few miles and then enter Mississippi. Only a little further and we were
off the Trace and into Tupelo, MS.
The Tennessee River and entering Mississippi
Pharr Mounds
French Camp
We continued south toward Natchez and
saw some of the Spanish Moss that I remembered from our 2006 trip. There
didn't seem to be quite as much this time, but it is something to see.
Moss in a tree and Port Gibson
8/15 - We drove into an area where
there had been significant damage to the trees along side the road. We
could see no indication of fire and wondered what had happened. A little
further along we saw a sign that reported that a tornado had passed
through this part of the Trace in April of last year. The damage
continued for miles. It looked as if the tornado had followed the path
of the Trace and damaged trees on both sides for a long way. I could not
help thinking about the fact that if you were on the Trace when a
tornado touched down there would be no place to go.
This part of the Trace had
transformed from primarily deciduous trees to pines - southern yellow I
suspect. Further south it would transform again. We had been surprised
when we crossed the Tennessee River. Neither of us remembered it from
our prior drive on the Trace. Then we were surprised again when we got
to the Ross R. Barnett Reservoir. Was that there last time??? It
stretches for about 15 miles and is fed by the Pearl River and the
Yockanookany (I kid you not) River.
Entering Louisiana and a Paddle Wheeler
The corn here was burned from a drought
We left the Trace at the southern end
and were just a few miles from our B&B. We got settled in and checked on
local restaurants within walking distance.
8/16 - We took our time getting out of the B&B and walked around to see
some antebellum mansions. We stopped in Magnolia Hall and learned that
it was built by Thomas Henderson - THAT'S MY NAME! We went on to Stanton
Hall and had lunch in their restaurant. The live oak trees outside are
HUGE and must be hundreds of years old. This evening our host, who is a
trained musician, gave us a piano recital. We got to sit in this
historic house while sipping wine and listening to works by Schubert,
Brahms, and others. What a treat.
8/17 - We took our time getting away from our B&B as we did not want to
get to our son's house too early on a work day. We headed west out of
Natchez and immediately crossed the Mississippi River into Louisiana. We
passed through Ferriday (sp?), the birthplace of Jerry Lee Lewis. It
looked like the kind of place a guy like him would have come from. I
didn't take any photos. It was too depressing. We continued on to our
son's home in Frisco, TX.
8/18 - I got my oil and filter changed today and will do so again when I
get home.
8/19 - Busy day
helping our son with sprinkler system issues. Never got around to
posting for the day.
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