Mississippi and Alabama is over at the blink of an eye. Bogalusa is a town formed around a pulp mill and railroad tracks — that explains the increasing log truck traffic.
Miles after crossing the Pearl River bridge a welcome sign stands high and proud greeting Mississippi visitors. Unfortunately for me, there are no shoulders on the roads anymore. I ride awhile on the tiny gap between the white line and the rumble strip, then switch to farm roads zigzagging into Poplarville.
There is a tiny community around an artificial lake on Silver Run Rd: Roger’s Lake. An old lady with a walker welcomes me to the lonely campground at her backyard. She charges just $5 and shares her coffee and stories with me next morning.
Much anticipated Perkinston with so-called spicy chicken strips is disappointing. Following 49 south, I arrive at a cafe at McHenry intersection, have a po-boy with catfish and order another foot-long for the road. I love the roads around here; narrow but almost no traffic.
I stay at White Sands RV Park just outside Vancleave on a nice roofed structure safe from morning dew, make a big breakfast and then have two huge pancakes plus an egg biscuit at a favourite joint. No problem with my appetite so far.
Alabama has no welcome sign. My map shows a gravel road short-cut to Grand Bay but looks like it’s paved fresh — little things that add joy to life. A long stretch of highway 188 leads motorists to Dauphin Island bridge. East end of the island has a convenient RV park with hungry sand flies and racoons. It feels like Florida already.
45 days, 2524 miles.
|2014-12-03||Roger’s Lake Resort Campground, near Poplarville, MS||54||05:30|
|2014-12-04||White Sands RV Park, Vancleave, MS||65||05:44|
|2014-12-05||Dauphin Island Campground, AL||69||06:52|