It was a very cold Friday morning as we enjoyed the buffet breakfast at The Grand with all the olds from the tour busses. -3. 🥶
But the sun was out and it warmed our backs as we said goodbye to Natchez.
We took Liberty Road out to 33. Lovely quiet two lanes, pretty houses and farms, and ranches.
We had a dog or two bark at us, and then we had one who really ran at us, well, actually with us.
She ran alongside us. We suggested she "Stop", "Go Home", we stopped to make her stop. She persisted.
She ran between us. She ran faster when we went faster, and she ran faster when we slowed up the hills too. She stopped to pee, and then caught up.
And she stuck with us, must have been 15 kilometers. No kidding 😳.
Thankfully when we had to make our turn onto the busier Hwy 33, she made her turn back along Liberty Road.
Sally was her name.
The ride was hilly. And while there was no shoulder we were able to stay safe from the few trucks there were. A few short stops and more history.
We went through the famous Wilkinson County (ok maybe only famous to me and my Wilkinson cousins😜).
And a final big climb to get to Cedarlane RV.
And the animal story continues....
A friendly fat black lab greeted us, while his cat gave us the cold shoulder, as cats do.
But the other cat, grey and white, decided our tent was one big cat toy! Woohoo NOT. She is still prowling around as I write this.
One RV has a pet raccoon, Rocket, and another has 2 turtles.
Lots of friendly people and we got to share the warmth of their fire tonight. Of course there were a few scary stories about swamp ghosts but we will try not to think of those while we sleep.
"If I'm lyin', I'm dyin', that thing was 8 feet tall."
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