tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33080041873196839012024-02-22T10:11:26.827-06:00MoDayTripsA personal blog for our travel experiences, inside & outside of Missouri.Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.comBlogger275125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-76994063200394033432023-06-26T08:18:00.004-05:002023-06-26T08:18:18.027-05:002023 New Orleans Trip Blog Day 10, Sunday, June 25th – Dyersburg to Warrensburg<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> Off at 0555, with a cinnamon roll and
glass of milk for breakfast. The temperature is 81 as I pick up
I-155 for the 16 mile jaunt past kudzu-covered hills to the
Mississippi River and the Missouri line. I pass Hayti and find
US-412. The right of way is full of yellow flowers and a small
cypress grows in a roadside pond.
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This is delta country, which I'll be in
for quite a while. I pass rice fields & soybean fields; later
I'll see harvested wheat fields and growing corn. On MO-25 I pass a
building marked "gin" – some of those supposed bean
fields are actually cotton.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I pass through the town of Frisbee,
then Campbell (home of the Camels). There's a church sign that reads
"Don't condemn people because they sin differently than you do."
Just before Poplar Bluff on MO-53, I saw the Little Brown General
Baptist Church, causing me to wonder whether the General was a person
or a description of theology.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Poplar Bluff has a new bypass/road for
commercial development that cut some time off the urban section of
the trip. I picked up US-60 there and quickly saw a miscalculation in
my plans: I'd somehow omitted about 75 miles from my schedule. Other
than that, the trip to Springfield was uneventful – except for the
inexplicable traffic jam on I-44 between US-60 and Glenstone exit.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I had planned to stop for brunch &
gas near Springfield. Waffle House was crowded & the gas station
I intended to patronize posted an outrageous price, so I bought some
gas elsewhere and headed north on MO-13, the home stretch. Lunch was
a large & delicious hot beef sandwich at Smith's in Collins (cash
only!).</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As usual for a Sunday afternoon,
traffic at the south stoplight in Clinton was backed up over 1/4
mile. I expected this, but decided to brave it rather than cut
through town since I needed to stop for milk. I did discover a new
shortcut to avoid the delay at the north stop light.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Home at 1333, 392.4 miles for the day,
2215.8 for the trip. I'll try to wrap things up here after I wrap
things up at home.</p>
Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-10152726389759678272023-06-24T18:31:00.001-05:002023-06-24T18:31:07.014-05:002023 New Orleans Trip Blog Day 9, Saturday, June 24th - Corinth to Dyersburg, via Shiloh Battlefield<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> I was on the road by 0645 and reached
the battlefield about 0715, via MS-2 & TN-22. I'd planned ahead
and picked up the official NPS tour map at Corinth, so I knew about
how I intended to make the rounds.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I entered near the south end and
immediately started seeing significant sights. This is a view across
a field looking toward the peach orchard, showing what I think is the
only original structure remaining.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I saw this sign when passing by,
stopped, and got out to document a key location for Bowen's Brigade,
including the 1<sup>st</sup> Missouri Infantry.
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Not far away is the site where General
Johnston was wounded. A tourniquet, promptly applied, might have saved
him from bleeding to death. The photo shows his monument, with the
open field leading to the Federal lines in the background.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Bloody Pond, so named for the bleeding
wounded who crawled here for water.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The Missouri monument, honoring those
of both sides who fought here.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I took a one-way side road to a parking
area for the Shiloh Mounds, dating from the Woodland period. The
circle trail runs about a mile from the parking area and back. It was
early, it was cool, so I walked it – after a liberal spritzing of
40% DEET.
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This is the Confederate monument:</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The famous sunken road from one side,
followed by a shot of some guns representing the 50+ gin battery Gen.
Ruggles put together to reduce the Hornets Nest.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">One of a number of known burial
trenches, filled with unknown Confederate dead.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The location of Col. David Moore's 21<sup>st</sup>
Missouri position before being forced back into the woods along the
sunken road.</p>
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Center area to watch a couple of demonstrations. One taught the
little kids how to be an artilleryman; one kid wearing a red kepi
seemed to already have a decent idea. This gun was not included in
the demonstration.
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Some observations: the gun carriages
look like wood, but aren't. They're all-metal, even the wheels.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The park has plenty of deer, and
they're only a tad wary – they head for the woods when one
approaches, but don't raise their white flags.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I left the park about 1200 when it was
getting hot & humid. I continued north on TN-22 through some
bottomland, then turned west on US-64. US-64 is part of the
Tennessee Civil War Trail, original route of the Trail of Tears, and
the Buford Pusser Highway (the latter individual is fromAdamsville, where I stopped for gas).</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I picked up US-45 at Selmer; it's the
Rockabilly Highway. I followed it to Jackson, where, trying to spot
a place to eat, I missed a turnoff to the bypass. No problem, the
street I was on moved right along and would cross US-412 shortly. I
got desperate for anything for lunch, and reminded myself of why I
avoid McD's. US-412 is a good 4-lane road. Unfortunately, my air
conditioning started acting up. I had to slow to 60 to keep Subie
from feeling like a hot oven. That gave me time to notice the Safari
Park and herd of zebras at Alamo.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Arrived about 1430, and started working
on this while waiting on my room. Checked in, went out to eat at a
Huddle House (not bad), and ready to post.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">For the day: 157.3 miles; for the trip
1823.3. Home tomorrow, only 314 miles to go!</p>
Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-84429302054176044872023-06-23T19:58:00.000-05:002023-06-23T19:58:06.067-05:002023 New Orleans Trip Blog Day 8, Friday, June 23nd - Tupelo to Corinth, via Iuka<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> I pulled out of Tupelo at 0640, still
not-quite-sure whether I'd stop by Brices Crossroads before going to
Iuka, or taking the Trace again. The exit to the Trace came up, and
Subie just automatically took it. Again, it held many locals using it
to commute, and again the traffic thinned out. I found a pull-out for
a section of the trace; the sign said graves of 13 unknown
Confederate soldiers was 5 minutes up the trail, so I paid them a
visit. All were decorated with the Battle Flag.</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Further up the Parkway, I saw a sign
for a Hushpuppy Road. Another sign referred to a "slue,"
which I think was an early traveler's name for a sluggish body of
water now spelled "slough."</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This interesting mound complex is just
off the road.</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The road crosses the Tenn-Tom waterway,
a modern barge canal that connects Mobile to the Ohio River, via the
Tennessee and Tombigbee. Soon after crossing the canal, I exited
onto MS-25 north and crossed it again. MS-25 goes through the town of
Tishomingo, named for a Chickasaw chief. It's home of the Rainbow
Store and Tish's One Stop.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I reached Iuka, named after another
chief, at 0820. First stop was a DG to get some Windex to clean my
windshield. Then I wandered around town looking at its nice park
until the local museum opened. The Southern lady hosting today went
overboard in helping me find information on the battle, one that
involved Gen. Price's little army (including a certain artilleryman).
I did not get a picture of the house where Gen. Little was buried,
across the street from the museum, I ended up buying three small
books and getting a feel for the terrain.</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">On to Corinth. My first stop was a
small interpretive park close to the tracks (the cross roads). Then I
visited the old depot museums with some battle information, some
railroad info, and plenty of local info. A train went by; both lines
are still active. Here's a view of the place where the lines cross.</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Next stop was the C&D Jarningan
store, a major reenactor gear supplier. They mostly create & ship custom orders. I bought a new
cap pouch and tried to not look shocked at the price. Then I hit the
Civil War Interpretive Center, run by the NPS. I told the chief
interpreter there about my great-grandfather Truman's memoir. Guess
what – he'd found it and downloaded and printed it! He also gave me
a copy of his references on Wade's Battery.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The entry walk to the center is
embedded with bronze castings of the kinds of detritus left after a
battle – uniform parts, gear, broken weapons, etc. The center is
built next to the Battery Robinett site, one of the key points.
</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I followed parts of a driving tour. A
developer put a high-dollar subdivision around the location of
Battery F, which he promised to preserve. He kept his promise, but
the earthwork is on private property and not accessible. Other places
are of the "this was here" type.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The hotel recommended a BBQ place up
the road, where I had an excellent pulled pork sandwich with slaw,
beans & a drink, all for a ridiculously low price. It was just
barely past 1400, so I needed something to do, maybe an 80+ mile
round trip on good roads to visit Brices Crossroads, or save some
time tomorrow and visit the site of the Davis Bridge/Hatchie River
fight. I had a convenient map to the latter, so off I went. And went.
And went. Roads were narrow, hilly, curvy, and just plain slow. When
I finally got to the road site, I parked and started off walking. It
was going to be a hike!</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I came to this little monument to the
unknown Confederates buried in the area, along with three Union
graves. That was enough. I turned back and headed to Corinth on not
quite so hilly, curvy roads. It was only 70 miles and took about 3
hours. I skipped some of the route.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Tomorrow is Shiloh day. I have all the
time I want to tour the battlefield, then head less than 100 miles
farther to Dyersburg. Home Sunday!</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">For the day, 149.3 miles. For the trip,
1666.0
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-27735625054579484242023-06-22T17:37:00.004-05:002023-06-22T17:37:51.511-05:002023 New Orleans Trip Blog Day 7, Thursday, June 22nd - New Orleans to Tupelo<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> Woke up way too early (that's what I
get for going to bed early), killed some time on the web, then went
down to see about my bill, picked up a luggage cart & loaded it
up. When I got back down, the valet parking attendant had Subie all
ready to load; she even helped load it. I pulled out at 0550, turned
right on Bienville, right again on Rampart, and popped right onto
I-10 west.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I-10, and later I-55 ( the Louisiana
Scenic Bayous Byway ), goes over miles of water: swamp, marsh, even
part of Lake Pontchartrain. It must have been one heck of an
engineering job to build well over 20 miles of bridge. I stopped for
breakfast at a Waffle House in Hammond, temp 81 at 0730, bought gas,
& headed toward Mississippi through hilly country.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Mississippi likes music. The Lynyrd
Skynyrd Monument is at exit 8; the Bo Diddley Memorial Highway sign
is at exit 12. A little further up is the Robert L. Johnson Blues
Memorial Highway. Hazelhurst hosts the Mississippi Music Museum.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As I pass though Jackson at 0930, I
notice that the Pearl River isn't staying within its banks. TheNatchez Trace Parkway runs for a time
next to Ross Barnett Lake – it's up, as well.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">It seems that many locals in urban
areas use the Parkway as a short cut, but that traffic fades away as
I leave the area. Soon, I see other signs of the storms that filled
the waterways – trees down, sometimes in bunches, the whole way to
Tupelo.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I hit Kosciusko about 1100, and stopped
for lunch at a Mexican place, the only one on that area. Then I
stopped at a small Trace info center; a lady there said that she'd
been without power for 6 days from a series of storms.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The Parkway has pullouts for nature
trails or a bit of history - this is the actual Trace:</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpG4ZL6FU9E5GwNR2MS6qZ1_-X4JO5rts9lQllIxFuwaIq8ks1RCFD7nqUYDa17slq9sdQYVP-7WAdNKOpa016Yo2n3lW7-DsVmIdIkeNFC0wtFPjjpi4-LrPUy_i8Spf9OradSLqYry3Z5lqQD1XSxQ7RPQj2T2glIytbhfv4-G4ZxbHcACbYOgEOGpM/s1350/07blog-trace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1350" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpG4ZL6FU9E5GwNR2MS6qZ1_-X4JO5rts9lQllIxFuwaIq8ks1RCFD7nqUYDa17slq9sdQYVP-7WAdNKOpa016Yo2n3lW7-DsVmIdIkeNFC0wtFPjjpi4-LrPUy_i8Spf9OradSLqYry3Z5lqQD1XSxQ7RPQj2T2glIytbhfv4-G4ZxbHcACbYOgEOGpM/s320/07blog-trace.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Take a close look at this sign (click on it to expand):</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I got out at the pullouts for sections
of the original trail and for these small mounds.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Hit Tupelo a tad after 1400, so decided
to see the Tupelo National Battlefield Park, right off a major street
& likely less than an acre. Here's the main attraction:</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">On to my hotel, a Best Western &
nicely up-to-date. Crossroad Rib House was within easy walking
distance; the briskets was superb – thick, juicy, didn't need
sauce. I should have bought the dinner rather than the sandwich.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">358.5 miles for the day, much of it at
a gas-saving 52 mph on the Parkway; 1516.6 for the trip. Tomorrow
it's back on the Trace for a bit, then visits to Iuka & Corinth
battlefields.</p>
Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-64957333242234544642023-06-22T04:56:00.002-05:002023-06-22T04:56:12.777-05:002023 New Orleans Trip Blog Day 6, Wednesday, June 21st - New Orleans (by foot & rail)<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> And I was off looking for breakfast
well before 0800. First glitch – I didn't get a real breakfast. I
was way too early for Cafe Beignet on Bourbon, the next place was a
bit too proud of its cusine, another was lined up. So I caught the
streetcar, paid my 40 cents, and rode out to the stop serving the
World War II museum.
</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I found this Army Air Corps bronze
grouping touching – it commemorates the fliers who didn't make it
back, via a depiction of a morning mission briefing.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The museum snack bar was open for
business, I walked in, looked at the menu, looked at all the folks
sitting there waiting on their orders, and decided to get something
quick – a cinnamon roll. It turns out that it wasn't quick, either,
but some folks were still waiting when I left just in time for the
museum opening.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The museum has five major sections. The
first has a Higgins boat (made in New Orleans) to look at after
paying the toll. Then, you wait in line to get a digital picture
made; you will have an opportunity to buy it later. Then they load
you into a railroad coach for some introductory info.</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Section 2 has some extra-price
attractions and the restaurant. I had overpriced and mediocre gumbo.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Section 3 is the meat of the show –
detailed exhibits on the European and Pacific wars, with plenty of
sounds and flashing lights simulating shells & bombs. Actually,
it does an excellent job telling what happened on both broad and
personal scales. Section 4 has the home front exhibit and a special
Disney & the war exhibit.</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Section 5 has the best photo ops, with
aircraft hanging from the ceiling and a tank near the entrance.</p>
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museum, and went through all the Kleenex in my pocket - I am
becoming more and more affected by by both the valor and the tragedy
of war. And, just across the street, is Confederate Memorial Hall
museum. It holds artifacts, flags, portraits and uniforms, including
that of Gen. Beauregard.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I took a crowded trolley back to Canal
Street, and came back to my room to recuperate. About 1700, I went out for my last
taste of New Orleans gumbo, this time at the open air Cafe Beignet on
Bourbon Street. This cafe is located at a kind-of garden with statues
of famous New Orleans jazz musicians. It was certainly better than
lunch! Then, back to the hotel to get everything ready for an early
start toward home.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> Tomorrow: I-35 to Jackson, then the
Natchez Trace Parkway to Tupelo.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-63681125768092316832023-06-20T18:47:00.000-05:002023-06-20T18:47:15.826-05:002023 New Orleans Trip Blog Day 5, Tuesday, June 20tth - New Orleans (by foot)<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> Up reasonably early and out the door.
Breakfast (3 eggs, grits, sausage & a biscuit) at Krystal's on
Bourbon Street, a hole-in-the-wall local chain that puts Waffle House
to shame. Then, I meandered over to the time share vacation
presentation. It's an interesting concept, very flexible, but more
than I'm willing to pay. They work very hard to sell you, but I
resist well.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">From there, I wandered into the Quarter
looking for lunch and sites to see. Gumbo Yaya's menu looked
reasonable, so I wandered in – oops, the kitchen was not ready
since the health inspectors were there. So, on to Jackson Square.</p>
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museum again. It was not as I remembered it. The displays are much
more professional, and to my sorrow, debunk many of the myths told
about Jean Laffite and the Battle of New Orleans. He was never
imprisoned in the Cabildo, that was his brother. However, he did
provide guns & gunners for the battle. The Kentucky rifles were
effective, but most of the Brit casualties came from the big guns.
Yes, free men of color fought along side the regulars, the local
militias, the pirates, the Choctaws, and the 'backwoodsmen.'</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A local Black artist's work is featured
on the 3<sup>rd</sup> floor. He specializes in painting scenes &
portraits based on the lives and activities of early 19<sup>th</sup>
C Creoles, a term referring to people, white, Black, or mixed, who
were part of or descended from the original French & Spanish
settlers, excluding Acadians and Americans.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I walked up to this lamp post in
Pirates' Alley, where Sandra & I kissed at midnight, December 31,
1971.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Returned to Gumbo Yaya and had an
excellent bowl of gumbo, then came back to the Holiday Inn Chateau
LeMoyne for recuperation.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>An interesting view from my window</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I recovered, headed out for supper at
highly regarded Oceana, where I had a big plate of red beans and rice
(which included sausage!) and wandered around for a while. It turns
out I had good timing for supper – when I passed that area again, a
long line snaked outside.</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Tomorrow I will catch the St. Charles
streetcar to the WWII museum and plan to make time to visit the
Confederate museum.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYX3tslndcMfvmFUxUHLCN_sGJmSrhtl444QhaZlMqscj5LrbD-l8oNxGSd2YSRImkKMShhQ4dGuvFZ2xTO-4ctH2C8WbnlJLmE1g684vjSmAzbbP_OBzo4aPb0mehbSNjSQRSkRDaDLzaE0bRQL48xltO4tFnBR0tf7IfljI9JBDU1iI5cLXbQY8PTS4/s1350/5blog-streetcar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1350" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYX3tslndcMfvmFUxUHLCN_sGJmSrhtl444QhaZlMqscj5LrbD-l8oNxGSd2YSRImkKMShhQ4dGuvFZ2xTO-4ctH2C8WbnlJLmE1g684vjSmAzbbP_OBzo4aPb0mehbSNjSQRSkRDaDLzaE0bRQL48xltO4tFnBR0tf7IfljI9JBDU1iI5cLXbQY8PTS4/s320/5blog-streetcar.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>
Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-57121650902632279262023-06-19T20:03:00.000-05:002023-06-19T20:03:03.431-05:002023 New Orleans Trip Blog Day 4, Monday, June 18tth - Lake Charles to New Orleans<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> After a hotel breakfast, I ended my 4<sup>th</sup>
stay at the HIE off I-70 at 0710, and headed south on LA-14. I passed
Daughenbaugh road – I'm related to that family and we'd
occasionally visit. This area (actually, the whole trip today) is
flat coastal plain. First I saw mostly cattle on pasture, then a
mixture of rice fields and crawdad ponds predominated. Lake Arthur is
the largest town along this stretch, and many camps line the lake
itself. Another childhood memory – visiting a relative's camp out
here. There was a relatively steep bridge over the Mermentau just
east of town; the relatives told my dad it was a "tall"
bridge – he heard "toll" bridge and stopped before
crossing it. That 51 Ford had to do a little work!</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The road between Lake Arthur and
Gueydan is designated the Flyway Byway. This whole area is prime
waterfowl winter habitat, hence a prime waterfall hunting area. My
great grandfather Truman moved here around 1900 and is buried in the
local cemetery – I stopped to pay my respects. And, for the first
time despite a number of previous visits, I noted that Sandra was
born on my grandmother Stella's 77<sup>th</sup> birthday.
</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">East of Gueydan LA-14 turns into the
Cajun Corridor Byway. From Abbeville on east sugar cane is the prime
crop. At New Iberia I took a side trip to St. Martinville via LA-41,
LA-182 & LA-131. This is part of the Bayou Teche Byway; some of
my ancestors lived near the Teche in the late 19<sup>th</sup> C.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> Louisiana's Longfellow – Evangeline
State Historic Site is just north of town. It features an Acadian
plantation house and grounds, a more primitive farmstead, and a
nature walk.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3cVPmc66i7wDfd054C5ezIm7Vryasm918ACi5lWkCZPB0zAstD6bjm-xYVlP9-uXVJslIwru3-nNy6ANNe-zlObNg6SOySOMHgxCHiGYiTcYFeac5ZRcCw4dEx9tcwVs_xj5POCAoVqw0J2AxMkiwkgxDGZtl_VxmQEA13NUFD-ljqm7tt1tkrq0Gqk/s1350/04blog-house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1350" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3cVPmc66i7wDfd054C5ezIm7Vryasm918ACi5lWkCZPB0zAstD6bjm-xYVlP9-uXVJslIwru3-nNy6ANNe-zlObNg6SOySOMHgxCHiGYiTcYFeac5ZRcCw4dEx9tcwVs_xj5POCAoVqw0J2AxMkiwkgxDGZtl_VxmQEA13NUFD-ljqm7tt1tkrq0Gqk/s320/04blog-house.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjYImTDi6akp77gjgN04nfHc76kc-a0XvPoRQlrepVCVgVYKRJd94su1GDrxRJF8cZNpvCvxyohhGaiMaJp6fgYNDb9IFJMxjmWObPQflyIIS4JCbohuQMfhVXtWtGG-nnNHRu5qWAmKu8_VtcP-U5MyDby536XgWyTtzkKvpJJN0cuEKypZ-t-YjkE28/s1350/04blog-staples.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1350" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjYImTDi6akp77gjgN04nfHc76kc-a0XvPoRQlrepVCVgVYKRJd94su1GDrxRJF8cZNpvCvxyohhGaiMaJp6fgYNDb9IFJMxjmWObPQflyIIS4JCbohuQMfhVXtWtGG-nnNHRu5qWAmKu8_VtcP-U5MyDby536XgWyTtzkKvpJJN0cuEKypZ-t-YjkE28/s320/04blog-staples.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> Some staples for the sauce<br /><p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> I spent quite a while talking to the site interpreter;
on our last visit here, we ran across an interpreter who was also a
friend of Dr. Mary Ellen Rowe (now retired) of the CMSU History
Department <br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQuIzYwS1X5UyrrQTBGbOSu5PEiFjA8fKD2e2TJHujIK0wZBjNIl3OEU6ZrA3OZqF7caeTcl_SfnRiydjnmAxbk__XKO9pmgD0ne2MiwXqKXodNYoc6Jnvq1tp_Om22tpoPi1KfQP4CGxl-Hy1LXAW7C0FDrKMQkK6qBs6frqFLdhZUfniQNwdjyjScA4/s1350/04blog-flower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1350" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQuIzYwS1X5UyrrQTBGbOSu5PEiFjA8fKD2e2TJHujIK0wZBjNIl3OEU6ZrA3OZqF7caeTcl_SfnRiydjnmAxbk__XKO9pmgD0ne2MiwXqKXodNYoc6Jnvq1tp_Om22tpoPi1KfQP4CGxl-Hy1LXAW7C0FDrKMQkK6qBs6frqFLdhZUfniQNwdjyjScA4/s320/04blog-flower.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The interpreter called this plant "marshmallow" since its roots are used in that concoction. I called it datura, since it looks a lot like jimsonweed and moonflower.<p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Returned to New Iberia about noon and
started looking for someplace for a good sausage jambalaya, po-boy or
gumbo. Didn't see one so stayed on old US-90 rather than taking the
new, Interstate version – future I-49. Never did find one, so I
returned to the newer road and headed toward New Orleans. US-90
crossed many waterways, some with apparent shipbuilding areas. US-90
still crosses they old Huey P. Long Bridge, built back in the 30s and
well ahead of its time: 3 traffic lanes each way, divided by a
railroad lane.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm not sure what time I got to New
Orleans itself, but I did figure out how to get to Chalmette
Battlefield (NPS site) at about 1550 hrs – it closes at 1600. A
quick run through and head for the hotel in the French Quarter.
Finding it was another adventure in one way (& one lane) streets
and no left turn signs. Checked in, turned my car over to the $45/day
valet parkers, and unloaded my bags in my nice room with two double
beds. Then I went looking for someplace that had a Louisiana dish
without any sort of seafood – I found it a block away, but only
after walking the better part of a mile in heat index over 100. I
survived!</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Tomorrow I walk to the time-share sales
pitch which got me the free nights, then head for Jackson Square,
Cafe' du Mond, the Cabildo, and more.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">For the day (I think) 276 miles, for
the trip 1057.</p>
Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-70580796182094415522023-06-18T19:50:00.001-05:002023-06-18T19:50:27.544-05:002023 New Orleans Trip Blog Day 3, Sunday, June 17tth - Around the Lake Charles Area<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> Big change of plans for the day: my
friend wasn't feeling up to a trip to the range, so what to do? Why
not a visit to Holly Beach, aka the Cajun Riviera? We first visited
before Hurricane Rita hit, and I'd say the settlement was a tad on
the tacky side, but the beach had quite a few visitors. Our next
visit came after Hurricanes Rita & Ike pretty much wiped away
the settlement and few people were beachcombing that day - we found
a hard hat washed in from a rig a couple hundred miles offshore.
Today I saw the result of significant rebuilding, this time with
stilted structures on multiple 12x12 pilings. Yes, the beach was
populated, the wind whipped up whitecaps, and blowing sand stings.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">LA-27 runs from Sulphur through
Hackberry to Holly Beach. A huge LNG (liquified natural gas) plant
along the highway has its own deep water port. The Sabine National
Wildlife refuge runs from the Sabine River to Calcasieu Lake (locals
call it "Big Lake"), and has fishing areas along some
canals. <br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4AE0cHFqceilyqjr6C5_Lw3HGh1SR2uyHleCuWqZOil7P7f2DDT2hJFjc2gID6PqhPax2B1dXjwLz8d9rK_JRMWdMcE_0reGHJIjz_bHxbZs0rCeTdI-6PxBzuEns_uUYC8mZbx-u5ILXh3FVC2ENpLWqRtR00p0zCn_0Q1gAXIUy13Imz-jnngty/s1350/03blog-sign2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1350" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4AE0cHFqceilyqjr6C5_Lw3HGh1SR2uyHleCuWqZOil7P7f2DDT2hJFjc2gID6PqhPax2B1dXjwLz8d9rK_JRMWdMcE_0reGHJIjz_bHxbZs0rCeTdI-6PxBzuEns_uUYC8mZbx-u5ILXh3FVC2ENpLWqRtR00p0zCn_0Q1gAXIUy13Imz-jnngty/s320/03blog-sign2.jpg" width="320" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4bEgYXRsn9W4kzxAlm0vcKPZLz0Rwh311tzQ8Hf8BO7dvKrik5cb6AkkAnhqW5RhvJHuWCNpZvQu-mqe8x9Jkf3gtsOSAojikgIBVrfp2T9mB6P57nEzPbRgZpm0ff8B176VbOLDa3cUEqBuClM8gYd3T1MILkucNt7WVdgVpjdcFUMUQcB3mq_p/s1350/03blog-marsh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1350" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4bEgYXRsn9W4kzxAlm0vcKPZLz0Rwh311tzQ8Hf8BO7dvKrik5cb6AkkAnhqW5RhvJHuWCNpZvQu-mqe8x9Jkf3gtsOSAojikgIBVrfp2T9mB6P57nEzPbRgZpm0ff8B176VbOLDa3cUEqBuClM8gYd3T1MILkucNt7WVdgVpjdcFUMUQcB3mq_p/s320/03blog-marsh.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1aGQGOKwjaND3hXXLjGV_Bk9COqh5IE4sxcaNQOBLhR9eFxSSDgg10uzhkdBeM44FS_VxXxmGn_V9dn6GhrqDKWZffZ7zwse847Xxa97o1PNH5T9JymPnX8FjtY3sDiCv45A2a30ftQPoBYMRB0REUJdVsQYKIVzQjeZn_-L4Xu_6oFgjPDP94T8/s1350/03blog-canal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1350" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1aGQGOKwjaND3hXXLjGV_Bk9COqh5IE4sxcaNQOBLhR9eFxSSDgg10uzhkdBeM44FS_VxXxmGn_V9dn6GhrqDKWZffZ7zwse847Xxa97o1PNH5T9JymPnX8FjtY3sDiCv45A2a30ftQPoBYMRB0REUJdVsQYKIVzQjeZn_-L4Xu_6oFgjPDP94T8/s320/03blog-canal.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This area is a mixture of fresh water,
salt water, and brackish marshes, each with its own community of
plants and animals; one common animal seen on the trails is the
American alligator. I certainly hope that old Albert, of Pogo fame,
is sufficiently unattractive to petting so tourons will not attempt
selfies. </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The area is very flat, with a few
slightly higher "islands." The Cajuns call these features
cheniers. If you see an area with trees, it's likely one of these.
At an inlet full of shrimp boats, I saw one just coming in, with its
escort of white gulls and a few brown pelicans (Louisiana's State
Bird) – the scene is ripe for a haiku.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The road crosses the Intracoastal
Waterway, built during WW-II to avoid U-boat attacks. It's still used
to avoid storms along the Gulf and mid-Atlantic coasts. I saw tow
boats along the canal, each pushing a single barge that contains
petroleum or a product thereof.
</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Tidbit: where else but in South
Louisiana would you find a convenience store chain called "Grab
and Geaux"?</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I returned via Westlake, crossed the
bridge over the West Fork of the Calcasieu near where a ferry once
did the job, then another bridge over Indian Bayou (yes, that also
required a small ferry, about the size of the one in "The Outlaw
Josey Wales," but pulled by machine rather than hands. First, I
drove past the place where my Dad's 1<sup>st</sup> cousin Harold
Truman Pulliam once lived; he had a section of land where we'd hunt
armadillos. It's now full of high-dollar country homes, each probably
worth more of today's devalued dollars than he got out of the whole
property.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I crossed the upper reaches of Indian
Bayou on a bridge much better than the rickety one where we'd park to
hunt water moccasins & turtles in the bottoms. Then I took a
little side road past the 4-acre property once owned by my friend's
family and our headquarters – memories!</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Back to the motel by noon to prep for
any afternoon activities (which may involve a roux).</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Later: It didn't. I left the room for
my friends' house at about 1330, and drove past many memories:
</p>
<ul><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">site of Tom & Mac's drive in,
the LCHS hangout</p>
</li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">mansion that once held the
Plantation House restaurant, a great steak place
</p>
</li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Muller's Department Store, now
'lofts'</p>
</li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">a trip around what we used to call
sand beach, full on this Father's Day weekend</p>
</li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Through old downtown Lake Charles
and the few buildings remaining</p>
</li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Past the court house, where the
Confederate soldier is missing from the op of the column – the
base still bears tributes to "Our Heroes" & "The
South's Defenders"</p>
</li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Along Shell Beach Drive past the
iconic mansions of the old rich and the more recent mansions of the noveau
riche.</p>
</li></ul>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A nice afternoon conversation with my
friends, Bill & Cam, an excellent dinner, and back to the motel
to get this posted. Tomorrow it's on to New Orleans via LA-14 &
US-90, visiting Gueydan, New Iberia, and later, the Chalmette
battlefield from 1812.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">For the day 135.6 miles, for the trip
881.3. The odometer sits at exactly 107,000 miles.</p>
Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-87708861036298865432023-06-18T07:20:00.005-05:002023-06-18T07:20:59.911-05:002023 New Orleans Trip Blog Day 2, Saturday, June 17tth - Texarkana to Lake Charles<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> I'm off at 0715, ready to head south n
I-49 – after a slight misadventure across the line into Texas. This
is a very new section of highway, much of opened after I drove north
thru here last June. Pine forests line the wide rights-of-way. I
cross the Louisiana line at 42.8 miles and look for familiar place
names: there's a nice for Plain Dealing, Louisiana's counterpart to
Missouri's Fair Play. The first oil wells start appearing, some in
the middle of a soybean field. This area is also cattle country,
much like Missouri except most of the cattle have "ear"
(that means they're Brahma crosses).</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I take the west bypass around
Shreveport and start looking for gas; my monitor says I had 80 miles
left on the tank. Something's funny - gas stations have pumps
closed, and there are long lines at those that are open. Then, I
notice the traffic lights aren't working. Was there a storm? Boy,
indeed, they had one! Trees down across power lines, poles snapped
off, few stations open. I back off the gas to conserve, hoping to
make it south far enough to reach normality. Finally, I pull the
4-lane at Mansfield and find a station with a good price and no
lines, pay inside only. $20 will get me to Lake Charles.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Anacoco, a town just north of
Leesville, has lined the highway & filled the median with
American flags – I wonder if the take the flags down at night or
have hidden lights. Leesville has multiple exits to Fort Johnson.
Fort Johnson? Ah, yes – recently renamed from Fort Polk. I always
wondered if there was a bit of insult untended in the original post
names, as Gen's Hood, Bragg and Polk were not among the South's more
successful officers.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Near Rosepine I pass a lumber yard with
huge stacks of pine logs being sprayed with water; no smoke, just a
preventive measure, I suppose. One front yard in Rosepine has what
appears to be a mountain howitzer on its carriage with a soldier
nearby – I'm past too quickly to get more than a glimpse.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">1100 and I'm looking for a Cajun cafe,
Don't see any, so end up after an hour of looking at a Wendy's that
actually has good iced tea. I drive past my hotel at 1240, 261 miles
in vs the 330 I'd estimated. I drive past each of the houses I lived
in from 3<sup>rd</sup> grade through high school, as well as the 3
remaining of the four schools attended here.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXkP8LhhfiQL3icb_A_vZi6KIRSW_UOoDvA3N5ooK8HPmz_Zxh5gQZsKOFVzgah07zARFgwI8AXwcnF4t_1yAhZFxhVjVLZTMbpHTeMVBmzSm-_rLd7qjILyeer2BOdfLMspGvL2y6lhWSu3_GVeMI4PjeJ77uNFXCy64GQiYuRkfiks9R3NieJU5Z/s1350/02blog-house1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1350" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXkP8LhhfiQL3icb_A_vZi6KIRSW_UOoDvA3N5ooK8HPmz_Zxh5gQZsKOFVzgah07zARFgwI8AXwcnF4t_1yAhZFxhVjVLZTMbpHTeMVBmzSm-_rLd7qjILyeer2BOdfLMspGvL2y6lhWSu3_GVeMI4PjeJ77uNFXCy64GQiYuRkfiks9R3NieJU5Z/s320/02blog-house1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> my first house in L.C., much changed 2 years here<br /><p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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day with my old high school buddy (also named Bill) and his wife.
Back to the hotel about 2030, 273.7 miles for the day, 745.7 for the
trip. Sunday will be local travel and a visit to a shooting range
that doesn't have skeet fields.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p>
Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-76538515515470457322023-06-16T17:20:00.006-05:002023-06-16T17:20:38.213-05:002023 New Orleans Trip Blog Day 1, Friday, June 16th – Warrensburg to Texarkana<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> I awakened at 0430, half an hour before
the alarm was to wake me. Everything was loaded in the car except the
laptop & the snacks, so after a leisurely breakfast and email
check I was off at 0545.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The first tid-bit is this bi-level
outhouse on MO-52, betweeen Deepwater & Montrose. This
long-standing facility has been modernized in the last few years.</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Took a short comfort break at Casey's
in Appleton City. The main street is wide, to Western standards, and
many downtown buildings are originals. MO-52 is not my usual route,
so there were new things to see: a silo tree 5 miles west of App
City, a feedlot with very long-horned longhorns, signs to small towns
such a Prairie City and Double Branch, and a place with a very ornate
gate – and no fence.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I picked up I-49 just south of Butler.
Nevada turned out to be almost exactly the same distance from home as
it is going via Osceola & Eldorado Springs; Nevada has a car
dealer with a giant size bow-legged cowboy sporting six-shooters.
South of town, the long standing silo tree east of I-49 has an
upstart competitor across the highway. A little further south, the
landfill complex is being joined by a veritable Mount Trashmore,
dwarfing the old trash ridges.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">A QT stop just south of Joplin for
$3.04 gas and (you know), the flat prairie country becomes a series
of hills and valleys. The Neosho sign reminded me that my great
grandfather W.L. Truman credits the Good Lord and the Neosho spring
with curing him of measles in 1861
(<a href="http://www.cedarcroft.com/cw/memoir/chapter02.html">http://www.cedarcroft.com/cw/memoir/chapter02.html</a>).</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">This stretch of I-49 is part of a main
route from farms to turkey processors. Roadside carnage indicates a
few have escaped the cages only to feed the scavengers.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">At 200 miles exactly(!), I-49 enters
Arkansas - my Subaru's GPS thinks I'm trail hunting. I pass the
Prairie Grove turn-off four hours into the trip. As I take the nice
open interstate through the Boston Mountains, I think of those poor
troops retreating down primitive roads after that December battle.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I finally hit my first congested
traffic and first significant precip at the Arkansas River bridge ot
Fort Smith – Arkansas DoT seems to discourage zipper merging –
the set the cones far in advance of the actual work area. US-71 is a
divided highway for almost 20 miles south of Fort Smith.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">At 1100, I started looking for a diner.
I found the Herox Family Diner in Mansfield, AR. Service was great,
and the chicken fried (not 'country fried' ) steak was the thickest I
think I've had. Heading south, I passed "Y" City and Acorn.
Hanging Dead taxidermy is south of Mena.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I found my HIE at precisely 15 00, 9
hours and 15 minutes after departing home on this 471.9 jaunt (might
be a few more miles if I find I need supper after that lunch).
Tomorrow looks to be a shorter haul, just 310 miles on decent roads
to Lake Charles, where I'll visit my old H.S. best friend.</p>
Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-59955247678384859482023-06-15T13:02:00.000-05:002023-06-15T13:02:02.197-05:00Walking to New Orleans<p> Not really - I'm leaving for Louisiana tomorrow early, by car. Heading south on-49, US-71 & US-171 to Lake Charles for a couple of days, some more in N.O, then back via the Natchez Trace, Corinth & Shiloh. Back Sunday, 6/25. Will post every night, as usual. <br /></p>Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-58956728320323053132023-04-18T06:39:00.002-05:002023-04-18T06:39:24.364-05:00Home!<p> Monday, April 17th (published a day late)<br /></p><p>I was up really really early and left Shelbyville at 0507 EDT. It worked. I beat the traffic in Louisville and hit St. Louis area after rush hour. Not much to comment about on this leg of the trip - except I was sure glad to be back in Missouri where gas prices are rational. Got back a bit after 1300 CDT, in time to do two loads of laundry and go into town for mail, groceries, and supper.<br /></p><p>I will do my trip summary after I get caught up.</p><p>For the day: 507.4 miles, for the trip 2787.6<br /></p>Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-1384293689756010882023-04-16T16:12:00.002-05:002023-04-16T16:12:30.673-05:002023 DC Trip, Day 13, Sunday, April 16th – to Shelbyville, KY<p>
</p><p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; page-break-before: always;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>2023 DC Trip, Day 13, Sunday,
April 16<sup>th</sup> – to Shelbyville, KY</b></span></p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today
was the penultimate day of the trip. I was up at 0500 EDT and on the
road by 0540. That was a good idea, as I was all the way to Manassas
before seeing much traffic. I got off the interstate at Strasburg &
picked up US-48. It started as a typical mountain 2-lane. Then, much
to my surprise, became a 4-lane divided hiway, thanks to Sen. Richard
Byrd, for whom this Appalachian Hiway is named. That persisted,
despite a few gaps, for over half the distance to I-79. </span>
</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">While
on it, I passed several CW battlefields, including Rich Mountain. My
question – how in the world did they conduct campaigns and fight
battles in that terrain?</span></p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I-79
was another mountain road with the occasional towns in small valleys
and the roadsides were full of redbuds in bloom.. The closer I got to
Charleston, the State Capital, the heavier the traffic. There, I-79
ends and I picked up I-64. It's now 1135, and I've driven 338 miles.</span></p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">A
bit under an hour later, I-64 crossed the Big Sandy into Kentucky. I
found a welcome center with actual maps, so updated my supply. Hit a
blinding rain storm just east of Murray – it was short, but rain
persisted off-and-on to Lexington. After passing Lexington without
problem, I-64 became busier. I arrived at Shelbyville, found my
hotel, and went to a Cracker Barrel for Lunper (only meal of the day,
unless you count a McD sausage biscuit about 0715).</span></p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">As
you might guess, I had no time for pictures. However, I did find
tid-bits that Sandra would have pounced on:</span></p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dismal
Hollow Road. Hopeless Lane. Hinterland Road. Mountain Lion Avenue.
Vegan Road. Fink Run Road. And Soapy Joe's Car Wash in Parsons.</span></p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Home
tomorrow (I hope), via I-64 & US-50. Will try for an early start
to beat the traffic in Louisville.</span></p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">For
the day – 567.3 miles, for the trip 2284.2.</span></p>
<p> </p>Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-77896252683587292082023-04-15T19:09:00.000-05:002023-04-15T19:09:09.721-05:002023 DC Trip, Day 12, Saturday, April 15th<p>
</p><p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; page-break-before: always;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>2023 DC Trip, Day 12, Saturday,
April 15<sup>th</sup> – D.C. Monuments & Memorials</b></span></p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today,
we (my Academy squadron classmates) saw an aeronautical
museum and several memorials. The first stop was the Pentagon 911
Memorial. The 184 benches each have a small pool of water underneath,
and each bench has the name of one of the victims. The benched are
aligned with the direction of impact and are arranged in columns by
age of the victims. Here is a view:</span></p>
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</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">From
there, we went to the Air Force Monument. It has three curved
stainless steel towers, reaching for the sky. A panel nearby lists
campaigns that the U.S. Air Force and its predecessors (Army Air
Forces, Army Air Corps, Signal Corps, etc,). </span>
</p>
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</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> From
there, we visited the Marine Corp's Iwo Jima monument. </span>
</p>
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</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">We
took a long ride to the Udvar-Hazy Center, a huge hangar-like
facility with dozens of aircraft from all areas. Some are parked and
some hang from the ceiling. Aircraft there include the Enola Gay, an
SST, a RS-71 Blackbird, WWI, WWII, Korean and Vietnam era craft, a
space shuttle and more. One of my favorites is this Connie (Lockheed
Constellation).</span></p>
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</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Back
to Washington and the Vietnam Memorial – The Wall. As we walked
between the Lincoln Memorial and the reflecting pool en route, the
sun shone on the Capitol Building.</span></p>
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</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Here
is the iconic statue before the wall.</span></p>
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</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
looked for two names on the wall. One was an Academy classmate from
my squadron – I lived just down the hall from him for 4 years.
Capt. Harley B. Hacket's F4 aircraft was shot down on July 24<sup>th</sup>,
1968.</span></p>
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</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
other was my high school classmate, 1LT Douglas B. Fournet, US Army.
KIA, A Shau Valley, May 4, 1968. His actions resulted in the
posthumous award of the Medal of Honor.</span></p>
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</p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Back
at the hotel, I said goodbye to my classmates for this this year,
came up to my room do write this and finish packing for an early
departure. Tomorrow night I'll be in Kentucky, half-way home.</span></p>
Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-70286260692942869932023-04-14T15:47:00.000-05:002023-04-14T15:47:28.091-05:00 2023 DC Trip, Day 11, Friday, April 14th – D.C. Local<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; page-break-before: always;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><b>2023
DC Trip, Day 11, Friday, April 14<sup>th</sup> – D.C. Local</b></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Slept
quite soundly, had breakfast at McDs a very short walk from the
Holiday Inn. Today will be more, but better planned walking.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">We
caught the shuttle to the subway stop again, so that saved .7 miles.
But, used the wrong escalator to leave the station near the
Smithsonian, so had to walk just a tad more. Nice view, though:</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Y8FpIQdYKcpKvM_POO8ROnvd_rp0Ypnh09ZhfSF_-xNbYdYShc7lPdzAoJW6za02rOE0-P6ojqD_al7NLnp4nxZSS0mfxsV26q5aybrngGCeh2YnmweUz38_H3AkUi4KaG23QpowElx0B56El7yMAkjT_d0WZUkSF-MVRafbgm8GX9U2sriZjmHi/s2250/blog-cap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2250" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Y8FpIQdYKcpKvM_POO8ROnvd_rp0Ypnh09ZhfSF_-xNbYdYShc7lPdzAoJW6za02rOE0-P6ojqD_al7NLnp4nxZSS0mfxsV26q5aybrngGCeh2YnmweUz38_H3AkUi4KaG23QpowElx0B56El7yMAkjT_d0WZUkSF-MVRafbgm8GX9U2sriZjmHi/s320/blog-cap.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br /> My
first museum of the day was the National Gallery, west unit, way down
at the far end of the Mall. I told the info desk that I wanted to
visit the galleries with American art, but she told me that the area
had been condensed and scattered because of construction. I say some
Copleys, lots of Gilbert Stuart portraits, and a Peale. A couple of
landscapes looked like Hudson River school, but turned out to show
Italian scenes. They did have one O'Keeffe.</span><p></p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
did see the da Vinci (very well protected), and works by numerous
other well-known artists (at least ones I'd heard of – plus some
whom I'd not). As I thought, I could have spent the whole day there,
but I wanted plenty of time to visit the American History museum. </span></p><p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">It
was a long walk. I stopped to take a few architectural photos along
the way:</span></p><p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Frieze on the Treasury (?) Building<br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVu2daA9RX6vw6OU8xTnb0qwJOGbrqMFBA-lFUG0o44bDyB0UXjk-lUT8ZM6WWLUwJtRlQZa37peu0zegTQY975chC9dDp70NHhZbeciJk1ZmIDrkwjq_TzSYroQSUCSO58WMOr9N5Jhl9UEjG_wCcZ9ieCvSzZfdaWqNh394U3W3CSHjLFHamKPOG/s2250/blog-frieze.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2250" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVu2daA9RX6vw6OU8xTnb0qwJOGbrqMFBA-lFUG0o44bDyB0UXjk-lUT8ZM6WWLUwJtRlQZa37peu0zegTQY975chC9dDp70NHhZbeciJk1ZmIDrkwjq_TzSYroQSUCSO58WMOr9N5Jhl9UEjG_wCcZ9ieCvSzZfdaWqNh394U3W3CSHjLFHamKPOG/s320/blog-frieze.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><p></p><p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Dogwood in bloom, by a colonnaded portico of the National Gallery<br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9zhS91XVUCdCMHS4d3BOx229KiRbTmMZrcfyXpE5JGRJrd57M_vbFE9H4SC_DQ4Y4_6rAbtJnHP9FBi-md_lsxCi9n93tx3sv4DXcwipnN9YjtXWZJiygixi_3NPTcuYf6dJ5H5THFcthUMBin7bSUDPF6nPHmPbRbJJS1hWbkQhyJBdE18w7i4J/s2250/blog-bldg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2250" data-original-width="1500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9zhS91XVUCdCMHS4d3BOx229KiRbTmMZrcfyXpE5JGRJrd57M_vbFE9H4SC_DQ4Y4_6rAbtJnHP9FBi-md_lsxCi9n93tx3sv4DXcwipnN9YjtXWZJiygixi_3NPTcuYf6dJ5H5THFcthUMBin7bSUDPF6nPHmPbRbJJS1hWbkQhyJBdE18w7i4J/s320/blog-bldg.jpg" width="213" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I went in, took the elevator to the 3<sup>rd</sup> floor,
and went through the America at War exhibit. Down a floor was the
Democracy exhibit, and the ships & railroads took over much of
the ground floor.</span></p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
ran into most of the rest of our party at the food trucks behind the
history museum. After a snack, they were headed for the Natural
History museum that I saw on Wednesday.</span></p>
<p style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Really
tired, I headed back to the subway, now a veteran rider. Back at the
hotel, cleaned up and replenished electrolytes, and ready to go to
dinner at the Army-Navy Country Club. I get to drive. </span>
</p>
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DC Trip, Day 10, Thursday, April 13<sup>th</sup> – D.C. Local</b></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Up
at 0600, and off to Bob & Edith's Diner for a good breakfast. Met
the other reuners in the lobby for a shuttle ride to the subway
station. I went with four who also had passes and rode to the edge of
the Mall. We wandered down past the original Smithsonian castle which
is closed.</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">On
to the Air & Space Museum. We didn't have passes, and the line
was about an hour long in hot sunlight, so we proceeded to the
Hirschorn Museum. This museum has very modern art, some of it
actually comprehensible.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then
we split up. They headed for the sculpture garden, while I went to
the Native American History Museum. </span>
</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">This
emphasized the difference between world views of natives and those
of settlers, and how this difference affected various treaties. I
spent a lot of time here, used up some tissue, and then had flat
bread covered with chile (aka Indian taco). </span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Temperature
reached the upper 80s today, and the long mile walk almost the length
of the Mall wore me out. Caught the train back to the station .7 mile
from the hotel, showered, then went to dinner with the group at a
very nice Italian place ,4 miles away. </span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Friday's
museums include American History and the National Gallery of Art (below)<br /></span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">No
miles driven. Total walking for the day about 4.5 miles.</span></p>
Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-58645767343639707522023-04-13T06:00:00.002-05:002023-04-13T06:00:54.742-05:00<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; page-break-before: always;"><b> <span style="font-size: small;">2023
DC Trip, Day 9, Wednesday, April 12<sup>th</sup> – D.C. Local</span></b></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Up
early, breakfast at the next door McDs, and off to catch the subway
to the Mall. Got there about 0930, stepped out into bright sunlight,
and ambled over to the Museum of Natural History. Took these photos
en route to prove I was actually there.</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Got
through screening with no problem, but I think I'll leave my car keys
behind on next visit. Tons of people - 7 buses parked along the mall
from schools and tour companies. The museum is immense, covering
about every aspect of nature with attractive displays. I finally took
a few photos of a few things.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span> T-Rex eating a triceratops, shot from a balcony</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Four
hours later, a tired puppy headed back to the subway for the trek
back to the hotel and a cool shower before meeting USAFA classmates
at the Holiday Inn's bar.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">To
bed about 10, up at 6 to write this and get prepped for another trip
to the Mall to see other museums, this time with others. The car
didn't move.</span></p>
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</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; page-break-before: always;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>2023
DC Trip Day 8 – Tuesday, April 10<sup>th</sup> – Fredericksburg
to Arlington, VA</b></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">It
was a tad noisy at the hotel last night – some hot-roddders on the
road nearby – so I didn't sleep well and woke up early. So, what to
do? Take a shower, pack up, and skedaddle at 0603.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Fortunately,
I'd already noted a Waffle House just up the road, so had 2 eggs over
easy, some scrumptious bacon, and my first grits of the trip – A
fine breakfast, indeed.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">After
the traffic I'd contended with on main roads the last couple of days,
I took a series of back roads to reach Manassas. Found the
battlefield without too much trouble, with these guns silhouetted
against an 0830 sky. </span>
</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
two battles fought here covered much of the same ground. The area
around the visitor center interprets the first of them, in 1861, with
a focus on the Henry House hill.</span></p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> This
is where an eccentric Virginian, Jackson, earned the name “Stonewall”
</span>
</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Implements
of war sometimes gain more peaceful uses.</span></p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Do
you remember that Army song about the caissons rolling along? This
one carries a spare.</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
didn't get any good shots of the fields of 2<sup>nd</sup> Manassas
(1862), but this stone bridge (rebuilt) served as an escape route for
the Federals after both battles.</span></p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
left after 2-1/2 hours, heading for my Holiday Inn in Crystal City
(adjacent to Arlington). I skipped the crowded interstates for US-29
and good old US-50. Despite an inordinate number of stop lights and a
bit of confusion near Reagan airport, I got to my hotel without any
disasters, checked in, parked in the garage near the elevator, found
my room, and unpacked Subie. </span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">After
unpacking, I found the nearby block of restaurants, had meatloaf at a
diner, then searched for the subway station. It's a good 20-minute
walk from here. Tomorrow, I'll take that subway to the Mall and
check out at least one of the Smithsonian museums.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">91.6
miles for the day, 1709.9 for the trip.</span></p>
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</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; page-break-before: always;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>2023
DC Trip Day 7 – Monday, April 10<sup>th</sup> – Winchester to
Fredericksburg, VA</b></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pulled
out of my motel at 0645, heading southeastward on US-522, changing to
VA-3 at Culpepper. I kept looking for a cafe, but finally settled for
McD's for breakfast. Wouldn't you know, it was right at the corner I
needed to use to reach my first battlefield of the day: The
<b>Wilderness</b> (1864). </span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> This
is the view at the info kiosk:</span></p>
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trenches at one of the open areas:</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> The
wilderness was much more overgrown than this photo along a trail
shows</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Next
stop was <b>Chancellorsville</b> (1863). This one actually has a small
visitor center. A driving tour brings you out at the Chancellor House
site. You can see how well preserved the site is and how little the
modern world intrudes:</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">A
little humor there – This is the remnant of the Catharine Furnace –
an ironworks site along Jackson's flanking march.</span></p>
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guns at Hazel Grove outdueled Federal ones at the far end of this
open area.</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">On
to <b>Spotsylvania</b> (1864)! This was the site of action for an extended
period, but is best known for the attack on the Mule Shoe salient. A
dawn Federal assault by 20,000 men captured an exposed portion, but
desperate counter attacks by Lee's army held them at bay until a new
line could be completed. So many men were killed here that it's
known as the Bloody Angle. Here's a view of the trench line.</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> This
field looks so peaceful now.</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Gordon's
division recovered this part of the line.</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Stepping
back to December of 1862, Burnside's doomed assault on well-prepared
positions at <b>Fredericksburg</b> made this a one-sided Confederate
victory. The stone wall along the sunken road in front of Marye's
Heights is symbolic of the battle:</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Rebels
had time to place commanding batteries before the attack. This is a
30-pounder at Prospect Hill.</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Here
at the Confederate far right, I watched a modern train go by on the
nearby railroad.</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">After
some misadventures in finding my hotel, I settled in around 1600.
Tomorrow I'll take some back roads to Manasas, then end up at my
reunion hotel near Arlington.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">138
miles for the day, 1618.2 for the trip. </span>
</p>
<p> </p>Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-7711991297803160492023-04-09T17:44:00.004-05:002023-04-09T17:44:38.817-05:00Day 6 - Lexington to Winchester<p>
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; page-break-before: always;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>2023
DC Trip Day 6 – Sunday, April 9<sup>th</sup> – Lexington to
Winchester, VA</b></span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">This
was to be my day to visit the battlefields of the Shenandoah Valley.
Did a few, but poor directional marking and just feeling icky
limited what I saw. Left Lexington at 0745 on the clock and 30 on the
thermometer, headed up US-11 toward Staunton. Got off the main roads
to find Port Republic & Cross Keys (both June 1862). En route, I
found the site of the Battle of Piedmont (June 1864).</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Port
Republic has very little interpretation, or at least not on the roads
I took. However, I did find information on the Battle of Cross Keys
and a good view of the terrain. </span>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
spent some time at New Market, famed for participation by VMI cadets.
As a matter of fact, VMI owns a substantial part of the
well-preserved field and the museum. </span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgylszVCPepE-e2ghqTmvHCQs9nbi339Yo_r9_QnmEIHA0XD9RE7YA6iUkO24UjkM2K4YJfJGGYVhBq04qJ6R7Lu7Vz0cBwMjCawHysg1AxVw1r53KgIx6qLvha6op3tbLJgf3e6_RP4G2LvCpzs1vKuAeCqrDhDxuFxvWteL7UI-9yexuLcYilGaQx/s2250/blog-newmarketfarm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2250" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgylszVCPepE-e2ghqTmvHCQs9nbi339Yo_r9_QnmEIHA0XD9RE7YA6iUkO24UjkM2K4YJfJGGYVhBq04qJ6R7Lu7Vz0cBwMjCawHysg1AxVw1r53KgIx6qLvha6op3tbLJgf3e6_RP4G2LvCpzs1vKuAeCqrDhDxuFxvWteL7UI-9yexuLcYilGaQx/s320/blog-newmarketfarm.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Another notable unit was a
company of Missouri cavalrymen, dismounted) – Capt, Woodson's unit
was made up of POWs from a Mississippi action, exchanged in the east.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM591E9t0aqnf3YWnvTq9MRZweamnPq52eitZB2w6khA4yeYQUiFizmza26kgJpb8zkw3xLggvwI48FGvYBqQUtnPVZ8g93Of1towvlavc6w6hvruxXIzRJpDLH5d3K_oWOIsAHfbcocyhYIY075csJeg4ul2TRPwi5wTINUrta--cDcSlJ3bbE-KV/s3000/blog-woodson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="3000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM591E9t0aqnf3YWnvTq9MRZweamnPq52eitZB2w6khA4yeYQUiFizmza26kgJpb8zkw3xLggvwI48FGvYBqQUtnPVZ8g93Of1towvlavc6w6hvruxXIzRJpDLH5d3K_oWOIsAHfbcocyhYIY075csJeg4ul2TRPwi5wTINUrta--cDcSlJ3bbE-KV/s320/blog-woodson.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Here's
a view of the field.</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
farmstead includes a large bank barn. Since Cedarcroft has two of
them, I wanted to see how the interior was configured – a flash
photo through a hole in the door told me.</span></p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">About
this time, I discovered I had a fever, so I skipped Cedar Creek and
the various Battles of Winchester and checked into my hotel. I found
a nearby Walgreen, bought a covid test that turned out negative. So I
will persevere – tomorrow it's Wilderness, Chancellorsville,
Spotsylvania, and Fredericksburg and another test.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">P.S.
- My trusty '17 Subaru isn't being so trusty!</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">159.4
miles for the day, 1480.1 for the trip.</span></p>
<p> </p><br />Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-30614556142428608172023-04-08T16:55:00.001-05:002023-04-08T16:55:26.741-05:00Day 5 – Saturday, April 8th – Conover, NC, to Lexington, VA<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; page-break-before: always;"><b> <span style="font-size: small;">2023
DC Trip Day 5 – Saturday, April 8<sup>th</sup> – Conover, NC, to
Lexington, VA</span></b></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Left
my motel at 0740 EDT on NC-16 to Wilkesboro. Passed downstream of a
dam on the Catawba River. Thomasville has a pro rodeo coming in May;
it also has a store selling deer apples (I presume that's nothing
like a road apple). I turn onto NC-268 to Rocky River, in Wilkes
County, was the home of Sandra's Adams ancestors, and Roaring River
was the place. It's a small town named for the stream beside it. It
has a large, active grain elevator, but no DG store.</span></p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Further
down NC-268, I pass through Ronda – I didn't get a shot of the big
metal yard rooster atop a matching gold van on the corner. At Elkin,
I turn onto US-21 headed for Roaring Gap and a jaunt on the Blue
Ridge Parkway. It's cold, 37, but dry. The haze is too thick to get
a decent landscape picture. </span>
</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">I
pass two bicyclists north of the Blue Ridge Music Center. Fancy Gap
Cabins along side but just off the parkway are tiny – I've seen
bigger privies. Some of the land is farmed; the earth has a dark red
color. Most facilities are closed, since the “season” hasn't
started. A mill, likely restored, presents a nice picture; the nearby
store is closed.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">One
section of the Parkway features nice stands of pine, with a thick
understory of shrubs with dark green foliage. My thought was that
these broad-leaf plants are members of the magnolia family – your
thoughts?</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
sky is far from clear, but it's bright enough for a few decent view
photos – here's one.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Part
of the parkway is closed, so I have to get off and take US-221 to
Roanoke. Instead of following the detour and getting back on, I
decide to look for something to eat. Nothing along that road, so I
tried I-77 to Natural Bridge. The state park is more of a tourist
trap, so rather than waiting in line to buy a ticket, I ask the
information desk for a Virginia road map and dining advice. The map
is forthcoming, along with a local guide and dining advice. </span>
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">The
Pink Cadillac Cafe parking lot looks like it'll be too crowded, so I
move on. Lexington has a Southern Cafe; its menu intimidates my
wallet, so I move on. I find my Best Western, check in and get more
recommendations. I drive through Lexington again, this time past VMI.
I don't like crowded narrow streets, so I move on.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Finally,
a BBQ place! Pulled pork is not pulled as fine as we're used to, but
it's good and plentiful. It has three home-made sauces, and I blended
two for a great taste.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Back
to the motel to unload and write this.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tomorrow
I'll take the Parkway if it's sunny, or a valley battlefield route if
it's not. In either case, I end up at Winchester.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">248.6
miles today, 1320.7 for the trip.</span></p>
Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-59442179459062810702023-04-07T18:21:00.002-05:002023-04-07T18:22:02.530-05:00D.C. Trip Day 4, Friday, April 7th<p>
</p><p style="break-before: page; margin-bottom: 0in; page-break-before: always;"><b>2023 DC Trip
Day 4 – Friday, April 7<sup>th</sup> – Franklin, TN, to Conover,
NC</b></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">No photos today – it was pretty much
a washout. Literally. I was up too early for motel breakfast, so
grabbed a cinnamon roll and some milk, loaded up the car, and took
off for Murfreesboro on TN-96. Talk about build up! New horse
properties all over the place, so much so that 2 new lanes are being
added. There's even a Darrel Waltrip Subaru in Franklin.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Got to Stones River Battlefield Park
well before the visitor center opened, and found that the tour roads
were all changed since my last visit ('08 I think), and site could
only be reached by walking. Need I mention that it was raining? Hard?
I drove the loop twice, just to see what the tour stops were, then
looked for a way to find I-840.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As I neared the key junction with I-80,
the sky started clearing – a cruel joke to be sure. The rain came
back as my 101K mile Subaru went up and down the hills (in Missouri,
we'd consider them mountains), crossing the Caney Fork River 6 times.
Somewhere in there, I saw a drag strip next to the road – couldn't
take a hand off the wheel or my eyes off the road to write down any
of the other tidbits I may have passed in bumper to bumper 75mph+++
traffic on wet roads.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Passed Knoxville without incident, if
one doesn't count white knuckles. I-40 veers southeastward to cross
the Smokies. Crossed into North Carolina 273 miles in, stopped at
really nice mountainside welcome center – probably has a nice view
when it's not raining. Soon thereafter, the fun really started.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Road construction! Cars and semis are
backed up for several miles until until we reached the construction
area and everyone merged into a single lane peaceably. Did I mention
that the rain continued? Then, about 15 miles further in, it
happened again! Took over 2 hours to go 75 miles on an Interstate.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Got to Asheville, turned on to the Blue
Ridge Parkway to visit the Welcome Center, and found that the
original route I'd planned to take was closed – good thing I'd
replanned it yesterday! Now, back on I-40, I'm heading for Conover,
NC, for the night. But first, another weather test. This time it
wasn't just the rain, the problem was the cloud, itself. Visibility
is zip. Traffic actually slowed down to about 50 for this.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Anyway, I'm safe at a HIE in Conover,
planning to head for Wilkesboro and Roaring River, then back to the
Parkway up to Lexington, VA.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">412.5 miles for the day, 1072.0 for the
trip.</p>
<p> </p>Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-65755586424130536122023-04-06T19:19:00.002-05:002023-04-06T19:19:57.492-05:00Day 3 - Around Franklin<p>
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">2023 DC Trip Day 3 – Around Franklin</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I continued to find the traffic
congested and confusing, but I eventually made it to my destination –
Carnton mansion and the Battle of Frankin East Front area. This is
the area where three <br />brigades in Loring's Division made
their assault against the Federal left, supported by Guibor's
Missouri Battery. The attack, over open ground, was enfiladed by
Federal guns in Fort Granger and faced several batteries. The troops
involved, mainly Mississippi boys, advanced from the Carnton area
into a front protected by a thick hedge (Osage orange) abatis.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">My first stop was a tour of Carnton,
itself. It's very nicely restored, with many original family
furnishings.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The mansion was used as a hospital during
and after the battle. Upstairs rooms still hold blood stains from the
many amputations carried out by candlelight. Five of the six
Confederate generals killed in the battle were laid out on this
porch.</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The dead were buried near where they
fell, and many the shallow graves were marked. In 1866, Carnton's
owner donated 2 acres adjacent to the family cemetery for reinterment
of the Confederate dead, Over 1200 are buried here, by state and unit
(when possible).</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>The Missouri section holds the remains
of 130 men, many unidentified by name.</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">One of those identified was Capt,
Barnett K. Atkinson (or Atkeson or Atkison) of the 3<sup>rd</sup> & 5<sup>th</sup>
Missouri Infantry, Company G (5<sup>th</sup> Missouri, Company A
before post Vicksburg consolidation). The new granite marker for him,
grave 18 in the Missouri section, has the wrong initials!</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I took a walking tour of the
battlefield guided by a younger gentleman who is directly descended
from a Mississippian wounded in that portion of the field. My own
great grandfather was Number 4 on a gun supporting that charge.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Tomorrow, it's on to North Carolina, with a stop at Murfreesboro. I
had to make some changes in my subsequentplans, so I won't take the Blue Ridge
Parkway. However, the revised plan will take me to Wilkes County,
where Sandra's Adams ancestors lived, on Saturday.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">For the day: 26.4 miles, for the trip:
659.5</p>
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Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-80518680789136212502023-04-05T20:20:00.003-05:002023-04-05T20:20:51.656-05:00Wednesday, April 4th - Murray to Franklin<p>
</p><ol start="500" type="I"><ol start="100" type="I"><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; page-break-before: always;">2023 DC
Trip Day, Day 2 – Murray KY to Franklin TN</p></ol></ol><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Slight change of route in order to beat
the storms on the way. I skipped Land Between the Lakes and headed
to Fort Donelson by the most direct route. I got there at 0745 – it
doesn't open until 0800 – so I walked around and looked at some
interpretive signs and gun emplacements.
</p><p>
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</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The trenchlines were once protected by
an abatis – it appears that strong winds provided a natural one –
facing the wrong direction.</p><p></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>The river battery of 32-pounders worked
over the Federal gunboats.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Defenders surrendered at this hotel.</p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I headed south before 0900, following
TN-49, a road that runs right along the Tennessee River (aka Kentucky
Lake) for quite a ways. Eventually, it connected to TN-46,, where I
passed Who Dat meat processing. The town of Erin sports Irish flags
(modern, not the traditional harp). I picked up TN-7, coming out at
the Duck River in downtown Columbia.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I picked up US-31, aka the Columbia
Pike, and followed Schofield's retreat route toward Spring Hill. The
wagon traffic must have been heavy then, and it was heavy today. The
only thing worse than the traffic was the price of gas - $3.79 in
some places! I stopped at Rippavilla, a preserved plantation –
Hood's army camped on its grounds.</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">On to my real goal – Franklin. The
Battle of Frankin took place on November 30<sup>th</sup>, 1864. Over
20,000 Confederates (including Cockrell's 1<sup>st</sup> Missouri
Brigade) attacked close to that many Federals in their hastily
prepared fortifications, with massive losses. That's more Rebs than
in Picket's Charge at Gettysburg, made across well over a mile of
open ground, without artillery preparation.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I booked a 90 minute personal tour of
the core part of the battlefield, in the vicinity of the Carter farm
along the Columbia Pike.
</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Fire was intense here – this is
inside the farm office.</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I saw approximately where Cockrell's
Missourians overran the main Federal line, only to be forced out by
reserves – no pictures.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I finally started off to my motel north
of Franklin in Brentwood area, about 6 or so miles away. With some
wrong turns, heavy rain as the front came through, and horrendous
traffic, I ended up spending an hour to drive 13 miles
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Tomorrow I afternoon I'll take the
battlefield tour at Carnton, looking for the location of my great
grandfather's Missouri battery. I'll also visit the McGavock
Cemetery, where so many Missourians lie.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">177 miles for the day, 633.1 for the
trip.
</p>
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</p>
Bill Waynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05188003618479472705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3308004187319683901.post-64119975134800404762023-04-04T19:04:00.002-05:002023-04-04T19:04:29.910-05:00Day 1, Warrensburg to Murray (KY)<p>
</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I woke up early so I left on the trip
early – at 0545! The full moon, orange as it neared setting, set
the mood for the day. I also saw sunrise, something I seldom see even
if up on time, as my east barn hides the view. The road that I travel
so often seemed completely unfamiliar until false dawn was
well-along.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The blooming redbuds showed up south of
Collins. I passed Springfield at 0800 and picked up US-60.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> Topped off the tank at Bill's Quik
Mart in Rogersville (and checked out his stock of loading supplies).
Saw a curious sign on a barn; “Homeschool Football.” Near
Seymour, an Amish area, a rather unique wear pattern showed on
shoulder pavement – two ruts for wheels, and a third halfway
between them; the Amish shoe their horses. Dogwood blooms now join
those of the redbuds.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">US-60 is a beautiful 4-lane divided
hiway, with relatively light traffic, well-maintained for most of its
passage across southern Missouri.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Just west of Birch Tree, a hillside is
festooned with yellow – a graveyard for construction equipment.
This is very hilly country, all the way from Mansfield to Poplar
Bluff. East of that city is delta country, dead flat. The row crop
irrigation systems remind me of those in south Louisiana, not
surprising since the Bootheel is also rice country.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Dexter is on higher ground, a long
ridge running from Cape Girardeau to near Helena, AR, known as
Crowley's Ridge. Dexter has a real lighthouse with a rotating light –
it's associated with a church.</p>
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</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The US-60 bridge over the Mississippi
at Cairo is closed, so I had to detour north on I-57 and back south
on US-51 to reach the Ohio River bridge to Kentucky. Cairo has a
flood gate under a railroad overpass, just a hint of how low and
swampy this area is. The road exited the lowlands to climb into loess
hills and bluffs.
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">It's 1230 now, and I'm hungry. Bardwell
has a good little cafe. I neglected to get the name, and I can't
check a credit card receipt for a cash-only establishment. Another 10
miles and I'm at Columbus, home of Columbus-Belmont state park. It
commemorates a strong Confederate fortification with a chain across
the Mississippi river, a railroad connection, a Trail of Tears river
crossing, and USCT enlistments. The Belmont part was a battle on the
Missouri side, known to those who reenacted it in 1992&3 as
“Belmud.”</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Pictures:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4_aJfablM-uk3dY_lR73GMmMiBcZvhFZBWKI7sBDRQDHAfp5Cpc01WeVrytnTQKn4GvS9ECoHwAVmtH54mJt2Y0Lq7hNKXBDw8CTGbGDHIQLxbj3Ga0npiajmV_qAYdVmrBG16LFQqi3WPWjjmeN7VLPOz1tgeJ7d3a0aSD5hlDukGhYHK8yh70I/s2250/blog-works.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2250" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4_aJfablM-uk3dY_lR73GMmMiBcZvhFZBWKI7sBDRQDHAfp5Cpc01WeVrytnTQKn4GvS9ECoHwAVmtH54mJt2Y0Lq7hNKXBDw8CTGbGDHIQLxbj3Ga0npiajmV_qAYdVmrBG16LFQqi3WPWjjmeN7VLPOz1tgeJ7d3a0aSD5hlDukGhYHK8yh70I/s320/blog-works.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Well preserved earthworks<p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFHluCOu5Yeij0Ty1hYQuYYgz_9sVhauvekcolnTLCWZDEhAaTmQMr0A23xOq2Jtq87zuxdNimCKjbaTxmmDzVUZzrXB9gFfbvgHjIukIMmtmyJ8jK0P9ZQk1gfYevA84xWsgqMfaXrPxpreHk10O4UUkGhzlGt5fI97CpgwlDoyr6MyFWZ2lPXa8/s1800/blog-cannon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1800" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFHluCOu5Yeij0Ty1hYQuYYgz_9sVhauvekcolnTLCWZDEhAaTmQMr0A23xOq2Jtq87zuxdNimCKjbaTxmmDzVUZzrXB9gFfbvgHjIukIMmtmyJ8jK0P9ZQk1gfYevA84xWsgqMfaXrPxpreHk10O4UUkGhzlGt5fI97CpgwlDoyr6MyFWZ2lPXa8/s320/blog-cannon.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>A large cannon, pulled from the mud.<br /> <br /><p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_dXlSPhAirq_0Z4RdSewsGCSmWqAJbzvp4Jpyr3GFlYz7IiLTAuVaE5azKGJURxVT0QI8ClxxZ8sNCF0HOx6eVJrDSwijlIwDxArH5TUqsGZi54FV3hXwErrrBRHY7_4vpMpZcJ0TfP3fbafXsR_LcBJBoCvVHkUqdkTYlaAxY2V0DcLI0LqBTapA/s1800/blog-chain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1800" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_dXlSPhAirq_0Z4RdSewsGCSmWqAJbzvp4Jpyr3GFlYz7IiLTAuVaE5azKGJURxVT0QI8ClxxZ8sNCF0HOx6eVJrDSwijlIwDxArH5TUqsGZi54FV3hXwErrrBRHY7_4vpMpZcJ0TfP3fbafXsR_LcBJBoCvVHkUqdkTYlaAxY2V0DcLI0LqBTapA/s320/blog-chain.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>A link from the river-spanning chain<p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The park is a good place to watch river traffic. These tows are fighting a strong current:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigw5zuTinDnKOy_SB19wS07v20vox7uNkC4Sbtb10kLuE7MjOAVOWYJNVy-sJMSJKsCONreYGhyPWcMjBHVSQgHaxiciwWs3Ku3lm38yVinp6rfrG9-i9cpxNZMn5piQSzVt-Cy-yvOmgjbVPK8C4rZfPoggEXwDDSc4mNJ-stL0M0oWfsfKdzcgeg/s1350/blog-tows.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="897" data-original-width="1350" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigw5zuTinDnKOy_SB19wS07v20vox7uNkC4Sbtb10kLuE7MjOAVOWYJNVy-sJMSJKsCONreYGhyPWcMjBHVSQgHaxiciwWs3Ku3lm38yVinp6rfrG9-i9cpxNZMn5piQSzVt-Cy-yvOmgjbVPK8C4rZfPoggEXwDDSc4mNJ-stL0M0oWfsfKdzcgeg/s320/blog-tows.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I arrived at my Best Western in Murray,
KY, at 1525 hrs. Routes taken were Y, MO-13, Greene Cty WW & H,
US-60, I-57, US-51, KY-123 and KY-80. 456 miles in 9 hours, 40
minutes (including 45 minute lunch break & 1 hour sightseeing.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Tomorrow, with serious weather
expected, I'll visit Fort Donelson and follow Hood's Tennessee
campaign though Columbia, Spring Hill and on to Franklin.</p>
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