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Highway
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Breakfast
is a no-brainer as there is an excellent restaurant just a block up the
street. I get BlueBelle ready to roll and we do. |
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Southern Style is one of those
places that lives up to its sign -
"Food
For The Soul"
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The
service is good and the food is good - what more could a feller ask for? |
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I wade
into the field of battle and emerge the victor once again. |
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I make another run
down the back streets of Natchez proper as I love the old buildings that
have been preserved over the years. |
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Soon I'm at the crossing of
the mighty Mississippi which will take me into Louisiana on the other side. |
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As I make my way across Louisiana
I always get amused at some of the names of the local communities. This
is Frogmore and the location of the Frogmore Plantation that still produces
cotton. Its name has an interesting backstory -
Frogmore
Plantation was built by Daniel Morris, an Englishman, who named the plantation
after Windsor Castle's Frogmore. The castle was a residence so loved by
the British royals that Queen Victoria and Prince Albert chose to be interred
there.
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Moving across the
back roads of Louisiana I have the roads all to myself but the sky does
not look favorable. |
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I pass through various swampy
areas but I always like it when I am running alongside a river. |
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Finally I reach the last state
for the day - Texas. |
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And as soon as I do, I encounter
not the first one nor ... |
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the last one of
the contruction zones that I will encounter on this trip. |
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It's about 'normal' lunch time
so this sign makes me want to stop ... but I don't. |
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But when I encounter
this, it sort of makes me wish I had stopped. Austin, coupled with the heat
and the traffic is a real train wreck. I thought I had routed around most
of the city but as it turns out I thought wrong. |
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But soon I manage to escape
the insanity of city traffic and get back where I can get some air moving
again. |
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Out in the hill country I pass
what appears to be a recreation of a medieval castle. The sign tells me
it is an event venue. |
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After the Austin deal, I am
a very happy camper to see this sign. |
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My original plans were to go
to the restaurant right across the parking lot. But it has gone shut in
the last year. So I ask the dear lady behind the desk -
"Anywhere in reasonable
walking distance to eat around here?"
She responds -
"Yes, there is a very
good Mexican restaurant just up the street."
"Do you eat there?"
which is my usual next question.
"Oh yes and I like it
very much" she replies.
That's all I need so I get
BlueBelle unloaded, wash some of the road nastiness off of me and take
a little stroll.
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It is a really busy place so
I just sit still for a bit chilling in the nice cool air. They find me a
place to sit and the grub is forth coming - and it is really good. |
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And once I again I retire from
the field of battle victorious! |
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I waddle back to my room slowly
in the heat and I am quickly dispatched to the Land of the Full Stomach
and the Tired Head. |
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