|Our motel from the night before|
We'd gone to Chad's the night before (remember? I had the chicken fried steak - still sticking to only one fried meal a day, thank you very much) and as they weren't open Sunday mornings we asked if they might suggest a place for breakfast. Well, Faye, who happens to be Chad's mom, offered to let us come in for breakfast while she prepared for Sunday lunch. Really?! We went over there Sunday morning, and she made eggs and sausage for us. It was really nice, and then, after we paid and were going to leave, she said something really nice about how she could tell this was a good father-daughter trip. (I believe I'd set the record straight, as it were, that I was not his peppy younger wife.) Great way to start the day!
|My BBQ sandwich with some of the best fried okra I've encountered - definitely freshly made.|
|The trading post - where we had lunch.|
Over the past week I've seen a lot of different animals. Early on it was snakes (mostly dead on the road), and then turtles, lots of birds (cardinals, blue jays, and these small indigo/purple-winged things - clearly, I'm not a birder), plus wild turkeys, a few deer, and a quail with chicks. I'd also seen a number of dead armadillos, but then, I saw these -
Finally it was time to set up camp. Here's something that's a bit tedious about the Trace and its "bike friendliness." There is a scattering of "bike primitive campsites" (meaning you can pitch a tent, but don't expect a bathroom other than the great outdoors itself) designated with a bike symbol on the map, but the symbol never appears on any of the signage on the parkway itself. It's kind of like a club - if you don't already know about it, you won't find it. Thankfully we found ours that night - it was off the Trace, but at least it was there.
|Where we spent our last night on the Trace.|
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|One of my biggest pet peeves - the comma splice!|