Left Poverty Point State Park. Jerry was up early. The train and the trucks woke him and he wanted to leave.
The roads in Mississippi were terrible. Thump, thump almost all the way. There was a lot of clearing by the highway and we asked about it at the Alabama information center. They said that after the storm the pine trees were all over the interstate. Storm, what storm? Gustav, the hurricane.
They recommended that we eat at Farm something, in Demopolis, Al. Will look it up later. The food was okay. I was hungry and ate more that I should have.
Arriving at Miller Ferry Campground we were greeted by Al Morgan and he sent us off to site 19. We hooked up and half an hour later it began to rain.
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