Now, I've lived amongst the grizzlies in the frozen Northland, I've slept with scorpions in the desert, and I've seen the dragons of the malarial isles, but nowhere else have I found such inhospitable wildlife as in the hospitality state. Name a kingdom, phylum, and order and I'll name something from southern Mississippi that will try to kill you.
Can you see the rattler? Then you've got better eyes than I do. You can bet I was a lot more careful where I stepped after that.
After months of frustrated longing, I finally got to cross the old 80 bridge into Louisiana, first on my bike...
And then with the Belle of the Bends herself.
Everybody else seemed to be in a hurry. I'm not sure we ever figured out what that was about.
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