The Mississippi Blues
Day 87 / Mile 10,900
I saw Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn floating on down the Mighty Mississippi, and I jumped on their raft to hitch a ride. The current brought us past numerous poverty struck areas, even a full community of trailer homes falling apart in decay but still fully inhabited. At first I felt sad for them, though they may have been content and happy, I won't know. Since I live in a van typically sleeping in Walmart parking lots, I can only assume some people have the same first impression of me- and I'm having a great time!
I sometimes speak with a lisp, and don't like saying this state's name.
Like the state sign says, America's music was born here, and it was called The Blues.
This house may appear to be a shack, but they have satellite television. ...don't be quick to judge.
I was waiting for a shotgun barrel to slide out a window and pepper me.
Clarksdale has some crucial history to the Delta Blues. I didn't spend any more time here than taking a self-portrait and getting what Yelp considered to be the best hot tamales in town. I blew it, because I didn't know until later that 4/5 of the last remaining real "Juke Joints" were in this area.
This is the crossroads where Robert Johnson sold his soul to the Devil to gain his legendary guitar skills. Me too!
Even the trees have it rough, but they do what's needed to grow and prosper.
Is the owner asking you to please use the trash, or is this the Trash Place? Or cleverly both and saving paint?!?!
You couldn't pay me less than $20 to swim in this.
Solo modeling out in the middle of a swamp is completely normal to me now.
This house is being eaten by the plants.
Another shotgun barrel is pointing out the window I bet...
I drove out on some serious hillbilly backroads to visit the ruins of the Windsor mansion. I played The Deliverance movie song while I was there, it seemed appropriate.
I'm almost to the Gulf of Mexico, just a few hours to New Orleans! (pronounce "Nahlinz")