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Rocky Springs Ghost Town

We turned on the radio this morning. It isn't something we often do. We mostly rely on podcasts and music. But for this rare excursion onto regional airwaves, we came across a Jackson station where the radio host was shoveling the burden of content creation onto his listeners: asking them to call in with their favorite places to visit near Jackson. Some called in to recommend restaurants. Others calling in about museums. But one caller caught the host's attention when they described the haunting remains of Rocky Springs Ghost Town. I giggled, "that's our next stop!"

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Mounds of the Natchez Trace

When I was a wily ankle biter set loose in the school yard, I had little interest in the play set or sports games raging around me. Instead, I would race up and down the steep hills that flanked my school, much to the chagrin of liability minded school administrators. Some friends and I would dig in the dirt and ferry water from the drinking fountains to mini construction sites. We mixed dirt and water into mud and heaped it into mounds. I have no idea where the idea originated. We just preferred making things over playing games or waiting in line for the slide.

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The Curious Case of Mr. J

Fall leaves and a log covered in lichen

We all have our own white whales. Captain Ahab first lost his leg to one and then his life. Mary may not have risked so much, but at 94 (well, almost) her tenacity was still remarkable. She did not shy away from an adversary such as Mr. J.

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We Interrupt This Program For Work

Sunset over Badlands National Park

I have fallen so far behind in recording our travels. We still have yet to master working from the road. After a day of activities, we'll roll into our camping spot, full of ambition and drive. But as soon as I crawl into our DIY camper, sleep envelops me as surely and completely as the blankets, clothes, and any insulation I can pile on top of myself to combat the spiteful cold outside. It doesn't matter that I should have another three good hours of coherence ahead of me. I'm out.

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