Nothing planned to see or do today—just get in some good miles on my way to Mom’s house in Dallas (Diane’s mother). Shortly after getting under way, I come to construction and circumstances place me in the left lane when they turn the two westbound lanes into a single and split the left lane across the wide, wide median into a temporary lane bounded by a Jersey barrier in the middle of the left eastbound lane and the grass median on the right. I drone on for miles with my left wheels on the eastbound concrete and my rights on the recently repaved blacktop shoulder between it and the median.
Soon I-20 puts me in Alabama, where I encounter the first RV going my way. Mathematically, I comprehend seeing lots of RVs in the oncoming lanes, but I am still astounded by the fact that this is the first one I have passed (or been passed by). As I-20 drops farther south past Tuscaloosa, I notice that the trees are greening up real well; the grass along the highway is getting lush and thick. The roads are smooth.
Passing into Mississippi, I’m surrounded by farmland and the road gets rougher, but the speed limit stays up at 70 MPH. Can’t do that—too darn bouncy—I settle on a more modest number around 60. But the miles keep clicking and Jackson falls behind. By mid afternoon I pass by Vicksburg, where I had planned a stop, but my position advantage this morning means I feel fine to keep going. So across the muddy Mississippi we go and another 80 miles into Louisiana. At West Monroe, I plunk down for the night.
It’s been a good day—480 miles!
Soon I-20 puts me in Alabama, where I encounter the first RV going my way. Mathematically, I comprehend seeing lots of RVs in the oncoming lanes, but I am still astounded by the fact that this is the first one I have passed (or been passed by). As I-20 drops farther south past Tuscaloosa, I notice that the trees are greening up real well; the grass along the highway is getting lush and thick. The roads are smooth.Passing into Mississippi, I’m surrounded by farmland and the road gets rougher, but the speed limit stays up at 70 MPH. Can’t do that—too darn bouncy—I settle on a more modest number around 60. But the miles keep clicking and Jackson falls behind. By mid afternoon I pass by Vicksburg, where I had planned a stop, but my position advantage this morning means I feel fine to keep going. So across the muddy Mississippi we go and another 80 miles into Louisiana. At West Monroe, I plunk down for the night.
It’s been a good day—480 miles!
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