Want to see the graves of Charles Dickens, William Shakespeare, and Charles Darwin? Then it’s off to London’s Westminster Abbey. Have a hankering to visit the final resting place of Kelly Mitchell, aka “Queen of the Gypsies?”
After exiting the Natchez Trace, and pointing our six-wheeled, articulated, mobile domicile east, we passed through Meridian – a small town in East Central Mississippi. This wasn’t a planned stop, but floods (and tornados) farther west forced us to keep our plans, umm … fluid.
Beginning just south of Nashville, Tennessee and tracking southwest for 444 miles to Natchez, Mississippi is one of America’s first superhighways – the Natchez Trace.
When our artist friend Lisa in Ecuador checked in on our “Spring Fling” camping trip across the South, and learned that one of our destinations was Natchez, Mississippi, she got excited. Why? Because she has a connection.
You often hear people complaining about the “homogenization of American food,” and we can attest that on our Spring Fling across the southern US we’ve seen our share of ubiquitous fast food chains like McDonald’s, Burger King and Wendy’s.
Imagine 125 mph winds and a storm surge 22 feet tall on an unprotected white sand beach. In Biloxi, Mississippi on August 29, 2005 this was the cataclysmic reality when Hurricane Katrina ripped through the city.