In the greater scheme of things, it is the doughnut that matters.
Hey, there, Cats and Kittens! Your favourite poster Don Marshmallow, here, with the rest of my aimless, meaningless, random brain refuse. Now, where was I before I was so wudely intewwupted?
Oh, yes...
So, the trip down to Japckson is, like, three and a half hours from my hoose. It's just aboot a straight shot, though. I just get on the Natchez Trace and head south.
Now, if you've ever been on the Trace, you know what's coming. If you haven't...well, you need to try it. Just one time. For me. Please? Yeah. So the Natchez Trace is a National Park. It's a highway that runs north/south from Nashville, Tennessee, to Natchez, Mississippi. I think it's Natchez. I'm not entirely sure. The most southern I've been on the Trace is to Jackson. Anyway, it's a highway. A two-lane highway. It's very curvy and twisty with deep woods on both sides. Sometimes these woods open up to cleared pastures and fields. Sometimes you catch a glimpse of a house or two setting off in or through the woods. Two seasons of the year, the Trace is a glorious achievement of mankind. It has so many curves, twists and turns for a reason- when it was built way back in the D.A.Y., it was designed with all the curves in mind. As you drive, you can never see too far ahead or too far behind. It is designed to give you a total sense of isolation. It's a marvelous feat of civil engineering. You honestly feel like you are the only person on the road and that you are surrounded by miles and miles of deep, dark forest. It's great.
But, in actuality, you're not isolated, nor the only person on the road, nor surrounded by deep, dark forests. Truth be told, the forests on either side only go back a few yards; as little as 20 in some places, as many as 200 in others. And you're never too far from civilazation. Except for that stretch that runs across the center of the state. Now, there...if you break down there, you are totally fucked, because there really are NOT any houses around and there's no cell signal and the wild animals just might pick your bones clean.
But, for two seasons of the year, it's a beautiful thing. In the spring, the dogwoods are blooming their beautiful white popcorn-puff flowers all along the route. The grass is a marvelous shade of new-borne green. The birds are chirping, the breeze is blowing. It's wonderful. And, in the fall, the leaves are turning their brilliant shades of red, orange and yellow. The forest is ablaze with the wardrobe of a thousand autumn trees. Breathtaking! But, in the summer and the winter, it's the most dismal, oppressive, boring-assed drive you will ever take in you life.
So, that's the Trace. And, on this particular trip, the weather was perfect. The sun was shining. The birds, singing. The breeze, blowing. And the animals were out in full force. Here's the list of critters I saw on my 3.5 hour trip: an owl perched on a tree branch looking STRAIGHT INTO MY SOULLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, it wasn't quite that dramatic, but it was still pretty damned cool.
I saw a rabbit, a shit-ton of cranes standing in the various swamps and lakes and creeks along the way, 2 ducks, 3 Canadian geeese, a single squirrel, thousands and thousands of crows, some two dozen buzzards, a GINORMOUS luna moth (that fucker was bigger than my head!), and aprozimately 50 wild turkeys.
Damnit! Time for class. Again. Fucking school. Be back.
Remind me to tell you about the girlfriend, Li'l Marshmallow, and CATS. meow.
Poka!!!
Oh, yes...
So, the trip down to Japckson is, like, three and a half hours from my hoose. It's just aboot a straight shot, though. I just get on the Natchez Trace and head south.
Now, if you've ever been on the Trace, you know what's coming. If you haven't...well, you need to try it. Just one time. For me. Please? Yeah. So the Natchez Trace is a National Park. It's a highway that runs north/south from Nashville, Tennessee, to Natchez, Mississippi. I think it's Natchez. I'm not entirely sure. The most southern I've been on the Trace is to Jackson. Anyway, it's a highway. A two-lane highway. It's very curvy and twisty with deep woods on both sides. Sometimes these woods open up to cleared pastures and fields. Sometimes you catch a glimpse of a house or two setting off in or through the woods. Two seasons of the year, the Trace is a glorious achievement of mankind. It has so many curves, twists and turns for a reason- when it was built way back in the D.A.Y., it was designed with all the curves in mind. As you drive, you can never see too far ahead or too far behind. It is designed to give you a total sense of isolation. It's a marvelous feat of civil engineering. You honestly feel like you are the only person on the road and that you are surrounded by miles and miles of deep, dark forest. It's great.
But, in actuality, you're not isolated, nor the only person on the road, nor surrounded by deep, dark forests. Truth be told, the forests on either side only go back a few yards; as little as 20 in some places, as many as 200 in others. And you're never too far from civilazation. Except for that stretch that runs across the center of the state. Now, there...if you break down there, you are totally fucked, because there really are NOT any houses around and there's no cell signal and the wild animals just might pick your bones clean.
But, for two seasons of the year, it's a beautiful thing. In the spring, the dogwoods are blooming their beautiful white popcorn-puff flowers all along the route. The grass is a marvelous shade of new-borne green. The birds are chirping, the breeze is blowing. It's wonderful. And, in the fall, the leaves are turning their brilliant shades of red, orange and yellow. The forest is ablaze with the wardrobe of a thousand autumn trees. Breathtaking! But, in the summer and the winter, it's the most dismal, oppressive, boring-assed drive you will ever take in you life.
So, that's the Trace. And, on this particular trip, the weather was perfect. The sun was shining. The birds, singing. The breeze, blowing. And the animals were out in full force. Here's the list of critters I saw on my 3.5 hour trip: an owl perched on a tree branch looking STRAIGHT INTO MY SOULLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, it wasn't quite that dramatic, but it was still pretty damned cool.
I saw a rabbit, a shit-ton of cranes standing in the various swamps and lakes and creeks along the way, 2 ducks, 3 Canadian geeese, a single squirrel, thousands and thousands of crows, some two dozen buzzards, a GINORMOUS luna moth (that fucker was bigger than my head!), and aprozimately 50 wild turkeys.
Damnit! Time for class. Again. Fucking school. Be back.
Remind me to tell you about the girlfriend, Li'l Marshmallow, and CATS. meow.
Poka!!!