Another long day on the road...

Because our brains are still on Eastern time, we got an early start. All the more time to spend in the truck on the road! Some of the roads felt like railroad tracks, but we saw lots of improvements going on and that is a good thing.

I took this picture of a very colorful tree right at the entrance to our campground in Mississippi. I may not see any more colorful leaves for awhile, had to take advantage.

How would you like to live in a town called "Chunky?" I wonder how on earth it got the name.

That is it for the pictures I took today, but I had time when we got here (8 hours after leaving) to our camp in Duson (does that rhyme with Tucson?), Louisiana, to do some research. I found out what boudin is (I would never go to a restaurant whose claim to fame is boudin and cracklin's), how long the Atchafalya Bridge is (18.2 miles, and quite the drive), and what the suffix "kill" that is found in many place names in New York and Pennsylvania means: little creek or river. From the Dutch. Now you know. Maybe I could find out about Chunky, MS, while I am on the computer.

Cary went to a nearby restaurant to bring home his supper: shrimp po' boy, dirty rice, and gumbo. It's been awhile since he had some cajun food.