Louisiana
Day 90 / Mile 13,305
Though Mississippi claims name to the mighty river, it got bullied out the last stretch of it and also some prime real estate. The state could have been square-shaped to get a more expansive shoreline along the Gulf of Mexico, but they're better off since hurricanes are problems Louisiana has to deal with. Mo' miles, Mo' problems.
So taking a step back, I have to admit I completely blew it. I had remembered hearing stories about the legendary dive bars in the South called "Juke Joints". Apparently right after emancipation, they were the place plantation workers went to let loose and party. It turns out there are only 5 legit places remaining in the world, 4 of which were back in Clarksdale and I was already too far down the road to turn back! Luckily the other one was still ahead on my route, and also luckily it was said to be the friendliest of them and open to all types of people. (Racism is still unfortunately very normal down here.)
Now that I finally made it to the bottom of the nation, I'm heading East! It sure is a lot warmer, been wearing shorts and loving it. Unfortunately something is going afoul in my van's motor, like it's running with the choke on all the time, real hard time starting and I smell fuel. ...merde!