We hit the road 9 AM, later than we should, but our destination is not too far down the Natchez Trace Parkway, to the Trace State Park, near Tupelo, Mississippi. We actually drive through 3 states this day, Tennessee, Alabama, and into Mississippi, with Bev at the wheel for most of it.
Typical part of the Trace road.
We stopped at this cave.
We stopped at a few sites along the Trace to view Indian burial mounds, a cave/sinkhole, and the Collinwood visitor centre. The lady at the centre gave us some background on the Trace, which was very helpful in understanding the significance of the of this National Parks parkway. It seems the Indians would trade goods going in a north south direction. They would canoe down the Mississippi River to around where Natchez is today. They would sell/barter their goods and return home by carrying their canoes cross country along an old path back home in the hills of Tennessee, Ohio, and Kentucky. As white settlers moved in, they followed the sage advice and experience of the natives. They would build log raft and barges to take their goods downriver to Natchez, where the would sell their goods, including the barges for lumber.
Next we stopped at the Parkway Visitor Centre, north of Tupelo, to view a short film and the artifacts on display.
We arrive at the Trace State Park in good time to get settled in, without rushing. What a great park, with a nice site right beside the water. This park is great for activities and has designated areas on the water for waterskiing, fishing, and swimming. There are also trails for mountain bikes, ATV, motorcycles, and horses. The sites were $18 per day for electrical, water and sewer connections. Even cheaper if you’er 65! We spend three nights here, since it was such a nice spot and Hurricane Ida was sweeping in to Gulf area south of us.
After we pull into our camp site, we set the leveling jacks to level the RV. Except one rear jack doesn’t seem to do its job. Bev yells at me to stop the jack as fluid is spurting out and creating a big puddle on the ground. S**T.
BTW, Tupelo is the birthplace of Elvis and the big attraction is the little house he was born in. We skipped that and took advantage of the time and nice weather to install the bra on the front of the Focus and the stone guard flaps on the rear of the RV. That will keep things cleaner for the car and prevent stone chips.
We met three Canadian couples in the park, all heading to Florida for the winter. Bev went off to do laundry while I worked on fixing the broken hydraulic line on the leveling jack. When Bev returns she is quite exited and tells of seeing four deer crossing the road, just feet in front of the car. The next morning I see deer tracks along the water’s edge, just 20 feet in front of our RV.
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