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| Shipwrecked |
Well... We made it back from the rodeo all in one piece. We even had a good time, mostly. Successful trip, I'd say. Wouldn't you?
We began the journey later than we meant to, but, of course, that's my fault. Somehow.
As you may or may not know, Fiancée has two sons. One, of course is the little tornado; he's eight. The other is a freshman in college; he's eighteen. We decided to swing by his university and include him in our little rodeo soiree. I was happy to do so, and I'm glad he went. Besides, he's thin, so he doesn't really add much weight to the bus.
After picking up skinny boy, we headed to Vidalia, Louisiana to overnight in the Wal-Mart parking lot there. I'm really getting acquainted with the Wal-Mart parking lots in America.
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| Crossing the Mighty Mississippi |
I went to sleep with instructions to be awakened at a certain time, but Fiancée took pity on me and let me sleep in. (For you English critics out there, "in did she allow me to sleep.") She's really very sweet to me. And I do try hard to appreciate her kindnesses. My new motto is: "Clocks be damned!" It's easier that way.
We crossed the mighty Mississippi River into Natchez, Mississippi and headed south to Angola. I've never been this way before, so I had no knowledge of the local roads. I followed the GPS which directed me onto a "highway" that has a speed limit of 45mph. Hmmmph. I came to the conclusion that 45mph was a very optimistic assessment of the maximum speed that one should travel on this particular stretch of asphalt, patches, and potholes.
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