After the nice folks at Cummins in Bossier City, Louisiana solved our fuel problems, we left there Wednesday afternoon heading east on Interstate 20. We only drove about 90 miles, stopping at Pavilion RV Park in West Monroe for the night. It’s a nice park, with easy access on and off the highway. We stayed there several years ago when it was a Passport America affiliate but they have dropped that since then. But when Terry called to see if they would have room for us they were quick to offer discounts for things like being a veteran, a member of AARP, or Escapees.
West Monroe is the home of Duck Commander, and fans of the Duck Dynasty television series visit from all over the world. We didn’t bother to stop by their store because we didn’t have a lot of time. And besides, if I want to talk to rednecks, I just call my buddy Greg White.
We were awake by 7:30 the next morning (yesterday) and on the road a little after nine. We motored east across the rest of Louisiana, and then crossed the Mississippi River at Vicksburg. We visited this historic town that was laid siege during the Civil War a while back and wrote about it in the May – June, 2013 issue of the Gypsy Journal.
In Jackson, Mississippi we left the interstate and picked up U.S. Highway 49, following it southeast 84 miles to Hattiesburg. The road ranged from bumpy with lots of traffic to a good divided highway. Along the way we passed a terrible accident on the opposite side of the road, with police, ambulances, and tow trucks on the scene, and a long line of traffic backed up.
From Hattiesburg we continued southeast on U.S. Highway 98, which was an excellent divided four-lane road that went up and down some gentle hills and passed through a couple of small towns along the way.
As soon as we crossed the state line into Alabama, everything changed. The highway narrowed down to a bumpy two lane road with a lot of construction going on. Before too long we got to Interstate 65, just as the sporadic showers we had had off and on all day turned into a hard rain. A short distance later the freeway ended and we found ourselves on a detour onto surface streets in downtown Mobile. Signage wasn’t great, but we followed the eighteen wheelers, figuring they knew where they were going. And sure enough, before we knew it we were going into the tunnel under the city. I told Terry the reflection of all of the taillights and brake lights reminded me of the light show in Glitter Gulch in downtown Las Vegas.
The rain eased up as we crossed Mobile Bay on the causeway, and it didn’t take long until we were back in Florida. It felt good to be back in our newly adopted home state.
Oh gee, road construction and a bridge. What fun! At least it wasn’t high.
We pulled into Eagle’s Landing RV Park in Holt at 5:30 PM, with 395 miles behind us. Yes, that’s a long day, but we are in “go home” mode and just want to get there.
We have stayed at this nice campground several times over the years. They also offer a veteran’s discount, which is always appreciated.
We are 430 miles from home and we will make that long drive today and park it. Unless something drastic and unforeseen happens to change our current mindset, this was our last night in an RV, and it was somewhat bittersweet. And ironically, and totally unplanned, today is eighteen years to the day that we hit the road as fulltime RVers. How did that happen? When Terry realized that, it gave us both goose bumps.
We appreciate everyone’s blog comments, emails, and messages about our decision to scuttle our summer travels and return home. We have been doing a lot of talking about what will and what won’t work for us, which direction we want to go with our lives from this point onward, and we’ve come to some conclusions.
Our spirit of adventure hasn’t died by any means, and our travels are not over. Going forward they will just be on a smaller scale and in a smaller vehicle. We really don’t need a 40 foot diesel pusher for one trip out west every year or two to see family, and for shorter trips closer to home. We plan to look at vans and other options once we get home and get our wits about us.
As for the blog and the Gypsy Journal, it’s business as usual. As I have said before, I have several years of stories banked from our previous travels, and we will be having more adventures on the road, in one way or another.
Thought For The Day – If you want an accounting of your worth, count your friends. – Merry Browne