My low-clearance Prius once again demonstrates its lack of off-road prowess.
“Yahooo!” shouted one of our neighboring campers, rousing me from my slumber at 6 am. It was still dark. Their generator and the volume required to hear each other over it kept me from dropping back to sleep. Wayne, wearing earplugs, snoozed blissfully away for another two hours.
It poured overnight, making for muddy roads. Wayne sent me off in the Prius first. figuring he could play read guard rescue if needed. Despite the road being slicker than a greased pig, I only lost control for a few seconds, once in the five or so miles back to the paved road. Wayne said he was saying “Don’t stop!” as following me, fighting to maintain control of “The Beast” too.
The official appearance of this sign on a formal building made me smile. Hattiesburg, Mississippi.
Given how thirsty The Beast gets, we often use Gas Buddy to find the best price, that’s not too out of our way. In Jackson, Mississippi, we bought gas at the cheapest price we’ve seen so far this trip: $1.63/gallon.
Classic Hattiesburg architecture in its historic downtown area.
The last time when we drove cross-country from Portland to Florida in 2018, Hattiesburg architecture and vibrant spirit intrigued us. We made a point of stopping there again to stretch our legs in their historic downtown and enjoy the architecture.
National Bank of Commerce, Hattiesburg, Mississippi.
The swampy area off Perry Lake Nature Trail. Near Beaufort Mississippi.
We wandered the docks and walked the nature trail.
Different shape to lily pads on Perry Lake, Mississippi.
Instead of the dank stench of swamp mud, we inhaled Perry Lake’s pleasant piney scent. It’s considered part of Mississippi’s Pine Belt.
Wayne wasn’t going to feed the ‘gators. Perry Lake, Mississippi.
“Nah, I don’t see any ‘gators,” scoffed Wayne when he saw the warning sign.
“Just because you don’t see them, doesn’t mean they’re not there,” I countered.
Look closely! The dark streaks parallel to the gator look like another two swimming alongside.
Sure enough, later I pointed one out to Wayne. Initially, it looked like a log. “That is moving mighty fast for a log,” Wayne observed. My zoom confirmed our suspicions—definitely, at least one ‘gator swam by.