Day 12
Fri 6th July Western Tennessee
Left camp early - good ole boys finally acknowledge us with a wave goodbye. Trucking down route 64, the old route to Memphis through pretty deciduous countryside past frog supper restaurants.
George found his way to the Meeman Sherman camp site despite our hesitant disbelief. We found a host of empty sites and chose a perfect one - dead level for the first time. Set up the virtual tent and a dead branch fell close by - firewood delivery! Then thunder and a thorough downpour. We left the site to put my feet in the big, muddy Mississippi. Long long barges puttering down the river.
Mosquitos cluster and suck on the legs but dont itch like a tiger mossie back in Maryland. Plenty of them about after the rain. Saw our first bayou - or swamp anyway, with trees growing out of the water. Illiterate graffiti artist in the bog “Fukin rednecks - Jamacia” next to a badly drawn flag. Crawfish towers down by the lake.
Moved a big tree out of our path. Saw disc golf - puzzled over it and then saw a great variety of frisbee like discs in a country store and bought a #1 Driver.
