The End of the Road
It has only been a few, cloudy days from Nashville to Natchez, but here we are. The Natchez Parkway ends
Fresh Pecans on the Natchez Trace
Many times would see cars pulled to the side of the road. People were crouched, filling bags with items picked
Emerald Mound
The Mississippian Period Mound Builders perfected their art by 1250 AD when ancestors of the Natchez tribe began to sculpt
Mount Locust Inn
By modern terms, the Mount Locust Inn is a modest structure with four small rooms for guests and the resident
The Road Not Taken
As late in the fall as it may have been, leaves the color of sunshine clung to the trees. The
Waylaid By Goats
Today, we were waylaid by a gang of goats. After gaping at the limited remnants of Rocky Springs, we wandered
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.
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
The Curious Case of Mr. J
We all have our own white whales. Captain Ahab first lost his leg to one and then his life. Mary
Meriwether Lewis Monument
Last night, we slept near a grave. The clouds lay thick over the night sky. Even the moon could not
