Traveling the Natchez Trace:Getting Spooked

This trip was a really neat one, filled with history from the day we got on the Trace in Nashville, TN, until we departed the route in Natchez. Along the Trace, there are many campgrounds with sites large enough to handle the largest motor coaches. If you want to have power though, you better carry your own generator (Most larger RV's do have their own). We built a campfire and roasted hotdogs and marshmallows like most of the other campers there did. Many folks were on their bikes and carrying only the bare necessities of life with them. It was amazing to watch them unload these little saddlebags and see just how much they were able to pack, from tents to books to food to extra shoes and even to pots! I could tell that they were enjoying nature living. We also stayed in modern RV parks along the way too, which provided cable TV, coffee, continental breakfasts, and WiFi. The best part of camping is being able to fit into both worlds and choosing the way you want to live each night. Don likes to "rough" it, as he calls it when we don't have water, electricity and sewer (like we don't have it by using the converter or the generator).

We were very fortunate in that we had now accidents, no big delays. We were a little nervous in Natchez, when we heard there were many, many tornadoes sighted nearby. Actually, we felt little wind but lots of rain (10+ inches in one night!). We pulled in the slide-in's on the motor coach to prevent too much area for the winds to attack. We went to a play about Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer during much of that storm (we already had tickets) and were able to forget our worries for awhile.

While in Natchez, we toured some of the antebellum homes. There were about 20 to choose from that were absolutely beautiful! (Thank goodness, General Sherman didn't play as much havoc on Natchez as he did on Savannah, GA or even Vicksburg, which was nothing like Savannah! Boy, was he mean!!).

One day I had to get spooked while touring outside Natchez, MS. We rode out to an old plantation which just off the Trace one day when it was raining. We walked up to the door and there were 3 different doorbells/knockers with a sign saying to touch them all and so we did. In a few minutes we peeked inside and saw this old, bent-over man (dressed in navy I might add) coming to the door. He had a long nose, long very white, slender fingers, and not knowing what other adjectives to use, an appropriate Halloween-appearing physique. He was the owner and single occupant of this old, mote-filled house. It turned out to be a very interesting tour because the man was an international historian who was absolutely full of facts that most people never have even heard. I'm glad that we went but I would prepare myself better for the greeting next time I go, if I should go again. (I did buy a book that he had written and had him sign it. You should see the signature...exactly like the days of yore!!)