After crossing the bridge from New Orleans, I stopped at the Mississippi welcome center. They provide free soft drinks, snacks and road maps. After I mentioned wanting to get off the interstate highway, the lady behind the counter suggested U.S. Highway 11 would be a nice ride.
U.S. 11 through southern Mississippi was wonderful. If the whole world were as pretty as what I just rode through, it would lack nothing.
The discomfort from long riding is wearing off, or I’m getting tougher, or the more frequent leg-stretching stops are doing the trick. Pick one.
Still no deep thoughts.