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Adventure 1: NATCHEZ TRACE – Day 1

THURSDAY, JANUARY 30, 2020

I departed St Louis around 7am on Thursday, January 30, 2020 with 8.000 miles on my Honda Ridgeline. I headed south on I-55 toward Natchez, Mississippi. I completed the trip with 9,500 miles on my odometer around 7pm on Sunday February 2nd . The point of this short excursion was to test several things, including my personal stamina, my ability to basically live out of my little pickup truck, the validity of my planning, and the adequacy of my gear. I also wanted to discover what kinds of unanticipated events and circumstances for which I should prepare myself.

I selected the Natchez area for three reasons: 1) It was on my list, 2) It was a relatively short excursion; I was able to drive there in one (very long) day and return in one (very long) day, and 3) It was comparatively warm. The day I left St Louis we still had a light dusting of snow, and I strongly dislike cold weather. I’d had enough of winter, and just needed to thoroughly defrost myself. I planned my route using a combination of the maps & descriptions in the Most Scenic Drives in America book listed above, Google Earth, and a 2019 Rand McNally Road Atlas (the large print edition). In the end, though, I found that virtually all my navigation was done through a combination of Google Maps and the navigation system in my Honda. I did refer about a dozen times to the information from the Most Scenic Drives book, which I had photocopied using my iPhone before departure; a very smart thing to do, as it turned out.

On January 30, I drove relatively straight through to Natchez. I stopped about a half-dozen times, as the trip was about 500 miles. I came off my planned route inadvertently in Jackson, Mississippi on the way down by following the Natchez Trace Parkway along the Pearl River.

Along Pearl River

By the time I realized with enough clarity what I had done, it made more sense to follow that on to Natchez than to backtrack and take the main highway again, so I forged ahead. It added more than an hour to my trip. But looking back, I’m glad I did it because it afforded me a preview of the beautiful shoreline along the river between Jackson and Natchez that I’d almost certainly have missed otherwise. I was so struck by it that I deliberately returned along this same route when I headed back to St. Louis, and invested most of a morning in photographing that stretch. It’s quite beautiful and – on that day, at least – it was virtually deserted.

My entire day on Thursday was devoted to travel, and briefly arranging for my lodging in Natchez. I spent 80% of the trip listening to old time Radio Classics on Sirius XM. Love the old radio shows; especially the mysteries, crime dramas, and westerns from the 1950s and early 1960s.

There were some stretches where I just turned the radio off, too, and listened to the quiet whoosh of the truck knifing its way through the wind along the highway. I love that sound, and the opportunity for quiet contemplation it offers. The combination of freedom from the noise of televisions, conversational chatter, and the other extraneous hubbub of normal daily life and the lure of the unfettered open road is a heady brew. It made me feel younger somehow, as though life was a blank canvas stretched out before me, at least for a few days. No schedule, no meetings, no one expecting me at a certain place or a certain time.

Yet I was as connected as I needed to be. My iPhone is wirelessly connected through my Honda and so anyone I know is just one button away by phone, and only a tiny bit further by Facetime, if I needed to see them, and if they needed to see me. From time to time throughout my excursion I would share photos and videos via text message too, and so I was still as “connected” as if I were in my office at work or my living room at home. In so many ways, staying connected while distant is so much easier than it has ever been before; it’s both wonderful and unsettling, I guess. It worked out very well for me on this trip. Weather improved as I skated southward, traffic was light, and my spirits improved with every mile.

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Adventure 1: NATCHEZ TRACE – Day 2

FRIDAY, JANUARY 30, 2020

I determined that I would get a lay of the land, so to speak, on Friday morning. The weather was cool and drizzly, with the high temperature forecasted to be in the mid-50s. My first stop following the fitness club was the Natchez Visitor’s Center, which was a very good decision. (Incidentally, a $10/day visitor’s pass provided me access to all of the fitness center equipment as well as their shower facilities, which was a great deal for me since I was experimenting with sleeping in my truck on this trip.)

The folks at the Visitor Center were incredibly hospitable and helpful. I paid a nominal fee to watch a brief film about the history and important cultural aspects of Natchez, and then explored the impressive photographic overview of the area tastefully displayed in their lobby. It was well done, and I picked some important clues about the culture and values of the people there. Still more useful, though, was their guidance on getting a tour of the area. Several different tours are available. However, on a cold, drizzly day in January there are few takers, and so selection was down to a choice of one. I don’t know how good the other tours are, but I was very pleased with mine. It was Rev’s Country Tours. The service is so named because my tour guide, the Reverend Tracy Collins is the proprietor and operator of the business. Aside from the Natchez Visitor’s Center, the Rev can be contacted at PO Box 308, Lorman, MS 39096.

I was the only person on the tour, so I had ample time to ask questions and get to know my guide. Among the highlights of my tour were: The Grand Village of the Natchez Indians, a drive-by-with-description of several historic homes and neighborhoods, the “Forks of the Road” Slave Market site, King’s Tavern (the oldest and reputedly most haunted building in Natchez), the home of Mississippi Madame Nellie Jackson, Natchez Cemetery, and old Natchez Under the Hill. A lot of information was packed into a couple of hours, and – even with a generous tip – the tour cost less than $50. It informed the rest of my visit to the area, and it was worth every penny.

Natchez is the county seat and the only city of Adams County, Mississippi. It is located about 90 miles southwest of Jackson, the capital of Mississippi has a total population of about 18,000 people. It’s across the Mississippi River from Vidalia in Concordia Parish, Louisiana. The city of Natchez was a prominent city in the antebellum (post-Civil-War) years, a center of cotton planters and Mississippi River trade. Today, the city contains about 8,000 households and the average household size is 2.4 people. The median income for a household in the city was $25,117, as of the 2000 census, and the median income for a family was $29,723, leaving 28.6% of the population and 25.1% of families below the poverty line. 41.6% of those under the age of 18 and 23.3% of those 65 and older were living below the poverty line as of that census year.

Colorful and charming – though often in decay – Natchez is brimming over with history and legend.

I invested the bulk of the afternoon on Friday in photographing the Natchez Cemetery. Since it was dark and cloudy well into the afternoon, the weather seemed about right for that subject, and I had a lot of fun. I am no expert on cemeteries, but this one is incredible. Tons and tons of graves with ornate, intricate tombstones and family plots. Beautiful deteriorating stones and brickwork as well as gorgeous wrought iron fencing and gates are everywhere. Hundreds of pieces of statuary, and live oaks with Spanish moss. Sections for everyone – an Irish-Catholic section, a Jewish section, a Confederate soldier section; it just goes on and on.

Some very unusual graves too, including that of Florence Irene Ford. This grave contains the casket of a 10-year-old girl whose mother insisted that a stairway be included, so that she could descend those stairs and see the casket each day through a window built into the side of the grave. The window has been walled off, so it’s no longer possible to view the casket. But the stairway remains, now littered with Barbie dolls and other memorabilia dropped off there by well-meaning visitors. If ever there was a haunted cemetery, I’m pretty sure this one would qualify as a top candidate.

Setting aside the incredible graves and statuary, though, the sheer landscape is worth the trip. If you ever visit Natchez, the cemetery is a must-see!

Friday evening, I had dinner at one of the restaurants along Natchez-Under-the-Hill, called Magnolia Grill . I had two excellent meals in Natchez, and the best one was here. I had a filet (the most expensive item on the menu, as I recall) – and it was excellent. It was a generous cut, and the chef knew how to get a very thick cut of meat perfectly done without butterflying it. Absolutely mouth-watering! The visit also provided me with an opportunity to grab a couple of shots of Natchez-Under-the-Hill as I departed in the evening. The Magnolia Grill is located at 49 Silver Street, Natchez, MS 39120.

Natchez Under the Hill (of particular interest to me because of the key role it plays in a John Wayne movie called El Dorado.)

Natchez-Under-the-Hill was a raucous boat landing beneath the bluff on the bank of the Mississippi. Described by nineteenth-century travelers as one of the rowdiest ports on the Mississippi River, this port hosted keelboats, flatboats, and – beginning in 1811 – steamboats. Taverns, gambling halls, and brothels lined the streets. Slaves were sold at the landing on Natchez-Under-the-Hill, as well as on the city streets and at the Forks of the Road, the second largest slave market in the South. When the steamboat began to be replaced by the railroad, Natchez Under-the-Hill became a sleepy river port whose primary commerce was the ferry that provided transportation to and from Louisiana. Finally, in 1940, the construction of a bridge across the Mississippi River made Natchez Under-the-Hill a veritable ghost town. The remaining half-dozen businesses there serve primarily as a historic landmark.

All weekend, beginning Friday evening, I paused along the road when I saw a building (commercial or residential) that I felt displayed the kind of character that revealed a story through its own dereliction. They also tell a broader story in aggregate, a story about the once fantastically wealthy city of Natchez that fell disastrously from grace as the cotton industry imploded, and left an entire swath of America in decay and ruin.