Deer Park is about 25km south of Natchez/Vidalia. It was an ideal pickup point we thought. That was until Adam told us that we were not looking through the trees at the Mississippi. It is the old Mississippi, cut off at the top with a 20m inlet/outlet at the southern end. Imagine what would have happened if the crew were waiting here for me. It would have been a disaster. That said research on Google Earth, which I do every time would have picked that up.
Land transport for the people in the houses
Typical house on the old bank. Life is different when not behind the levy.
It’s about 2.5km to the tree line behind this paddock
Note the outlets to flood the paddock
This wasn’t working. Maybe run its course.
Nice, you see more when walking. (circa 1850)
Sneaking in the back way I guess
Local paper and the man with the beer when I reach camp
29.0km for the day. That’s about my limit these days. 515km since the Gulf.
When I first came to this land
loneliness drove me around the bend
But since I purchased a car GPS
I have fallen in love,I must confess.
with the voice I have christened Michelle
who daily guides me through cities hell
and never makes a mistake
or makes me late.
She is becoming my obsession
and now i’m making a confession
I want to take her in my arms
and caress all her obvious charms
I lie awake and think of her
I dream all night and hear her purr
I want to buy her diamonds and fur
I call her name out aloud
next thing I know I get a clout
The girlfriend yells
“Who the hell is Michelle”