Sorry guys, I blew off 11 days of Spring Break. The grass needed cutting, overseeding, rolling, and a bunch of other stuff. I am still at school now. And I should be grading those History tests, but they will be there in the morning. Worthwhile trade for sure.
Back at the Boudin store, I had to show these people how to eat a cupcake. A local charity was selling them. Rip the bottom off and make a sandwich out of the icing.
If you are in Natchez and do not stop by here, we are not friends...........it was that good.
Joey always said to whoever waited on us something like this "I brought this yankee all the way from Illinois to eat here, Show him how good it is"
She writes your order on the edge of the plate.
Food get carved up right behind the counter
Mine
Joey's. I have to say that the Turkey was only rivaled by Connie's Chicken (that is JonJonBoo's wife) that we had later that day.
The Double Shot.
On the way out, I ate so much, I confused what I was riding.
One of my favorite pictures of the whole trip. Simply put, I know only a few that can find adventure like I can. Joey is one I would follow anywhere. On the Natchez Trace Parkway, speeds were under 50, but we were in the adventure 100%.
Obviously you can tell whose camera is jacked up! This was the only thing the whole trip that was not near perfect.
Old Inn along the Trace. As a History teacher, This kind of stuff amps me up. Living during this time was not for the faint of heart. These people were tough and had to be to survive.
Back side of the Inn. We pondered the possibility of having Indians attacking the structure.
After the Trace, We headed over to Emerald Mound. This mound is only 2nd behind the ones in Cahokia Illinois for height
A quick hop over to the Windsor Ruins. This was a former mansion. The detail and scale are amazing. My pictures do not do anything justice, but even a good camera would struggle to capture the amazing architecture and grandeur of this place.
The columns were brink interior and skinned with concrete. The wrought iron work was impressive even from the distance atop the columns.
We headed over to JonJonBoo's house. He had rode with us a couple of days before and invited us for a cookout. Joey found a great road and we hit the afterburners. My new tire was ready to scrub and it liked what it found. You see, I like the 35MPH marked curves. The tighter, slower, the better. I am not a huge fan of higher speed with the bike loaded. This road in Northern LA on the way to Jon's was perfect. We could have rode it back and forth all day, but we were not going to make the Cookout wait on us.
The poor picture is blasphemous to food we enjoyed. Miss Connie's chicken was the star. All other chicken from here on out will be judged against this.
Jon got the fire going with a little accelerant.
I have been swapping between 2 different Photobucket accounts. All of the well focused pictures are his. Gotta give credit to him on this too That is why some of these may be out of order some.
After the great dinner at Jon and Connie's, we gave Pants' bottle of Tequila a beating.
The after effects in the morning.
The after effects of what my belly was going to look like if I kept eating the amazing Cajun people kept feeding me.
So what did we do???? We headed over to Copeland's Easter Sunday Buffet after our first stop at Poverty Point. Dang.
I know what the exact weight gain was over the 11 days, but I will save that for the end of the report. I will have to pick this report up tomorrow. Starting with Poverty Point. A World Heritage Site.
Night
Sorry I haven't posted anything yet, my exchange student Vivian's Mom and sister showed up from Holland the day you and Pants left my place. Then 0615 Tuesday morning Connie and I boarded a flight to Cozumel Mexico on a scuba/snorkel/party trip. Had a great time and now here we are. Looking forward to you gettin off your ass and finishing RR.
