
We were about 40 miles outside Baton Rouge when Kate called us to wish us a Happy Anniversary. Thank you Kate - I totally zoned out. Since we got married the day after Thanksgiving, I constantly forget what the actual date is. November 24, nine years ago.
We have been on the road for almost a week: Starting in Houston TX, we spent a few days with our friend Doug. Then we headed up to Port Arthur, TX to meet Doug's family. Too fun. Since I've been good friends with Doug for over 20 years, I felt like I knew these folks, but this past week we got to meet F2F for the first time. In a word, delightful.
Tuesday morning began our adventure. We drove through Cameron Prairie, LA, a Wildlife Refuge, that was vast and untouched; quite a stark contrast to Port Arthur in many ways. In PA we were in an industrial town surrounded by friends. Once we were on our way, we were on our own surrounded by rugged landscape. With stops in Lake Charles and Baton Rouge we landed for the night at IP Casino Resort in Biloxi. A day of crazy contrasts. Richard won two hundred bucks at the casino, which was definitely the best part of our stay in Biloxi. I concur with Aunt Ann and Uncle Walter with their take on Biloxi. Casinos and nothing else. One day was enough.
Wednesday took us from Biloxi, through Southeastern Mississippi, up through Alabma and into Chattanooga. Driving a fancy car and wearing Red Sox caps left me concerned that we'd stick out like a sore thumb on this leg of the journey and maybe not be received well [read: mugged]. Untrue. Folks were very pleasant, welcoming and helpful. My big regret is blowing thru Alabama without spending any time. We got to Birmingham too late in the day to visit the Civil Rights Museum and Sixteenth Street Baptist Church. Seems silly to be in such an historically significant place and miss these sites. A reason to go back.
Thanksgiving day we traveled through Great Smoky Mountain National Park; far more crowded than we had anticipated, and colder too. We were mow'n down some turkey sandwiches by the roadside when a Korean tourist came by to ask us for directions. By the time I finished my conversation with him, the sun disappeared, the temp had dropped 20 degrees and we were in the middle of a snow squall. By Thursday night we were safe and sound in Asheville, NC on the east side of the Smokies.
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