7am, Vicksburg National Battlefield Park, Mississippi. Random photo by Schultz, but captured the mist, the arch, and even his own hand in the mirror of his bike. The park is intense.

How could we travel 100o miles on the Mighty Miss and not take at least on Ferry. This one connected at town called New Roads and a town called St. Francisville, both in Louisiana. I asked why there was not a bridge and I was told (taught actually) "why do we need a bridge when the ferry has been funny on near 200 years" As always, I know nothing.

Heading south on US 61 out of St. Francisville we saw Katrina like clouds forming in the sky. Rule 1, if you can not ride in the rain, then don't. So we stopped at a place called Wings (or something like that). It was dry, airconditioned and wonderful and there we met Laura who took immediate interest in our journey. It turns out that Laura is also a voyager. Her journey started when she was 14 and her aunt (a longhaul truckdriver) took her for a summer of travel.

Make no mistake, those dark, ominous, intimidating things over Schultz's head are storm clouds preparing to dump the real deal.

I just had to post this one. We were about 100 miles north of New Orleans. We had been on the road all day in 100 plus temperature. I thought I had lost Schultz at this red light until I turned around and realized he decided to stop 500 feet behind me, and all of the rest of traffic, in the shade under a bridge. Hahahha, classic decision.