The park where we stayed last night was so quiet, we both slept like logs. Michael was up early, he and Emmi went for a walk while I enjoyed my coffee outside our RV on this deck overlooking the lake:
Out of Alabama, across Mississippi, crossing back into what Michael calls the “right side of that big river.” We crossed the river at Greenville, Mississippi on what looked to be a new bridge—beautiful structure:
Today about 4pm we rolled into a gas station to feed the hungry beast and the owner of the gas station knew me by name—now can anyone guess where we are??
It feels good to stop rolling for a while!
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Could it be somewhere West of White Hall?
ReplyDeleteBe very glad you avoided having to cross on the old bridge at Greenville. It was a two lane, with pieces of mirror frames always scattered along its length. The new bridge has been open a couple of years, now.
Wishing you a great visit with family.
Sheridan?
ReplyDeleteI so "get" that right side of the river comment. As much as I love traveling, and want to see Florida, I am always a bit disoriented when east of the Mississippi. Travel safe.
ReplyDeleteIt seems we live over half a year east of the Mississippi & almost half a year west of the Mississippi. I do much prefer the West side:))
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