I arrive in Vicksburg, perched high above the Mississippi river, about 2 hours to sunset, and make my way through the main street and down a steep enbankment towards the river to the bed and breakfast I’m stay at tonight. It is surrounded by lovely gardens and feels old and staid. The front gallery porch among the columns looks out onto the might river in the distance, the sun glinting off the water, and shimmered in the cloud of heat rising from the hot southern afternoon. A riverboat is off towards the right, “gambling” I think. The owner, a distinguished looki [View Full Entry]

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Its not really just the house thats a little creepy in Vicksburg. The whole town seems a little anxious. A poor desperate anxious. And there are a lot of poorer areas of the south don't get me wrong, but they seem to have a gracious poorness about them. Nothing sinister or dangerous. Just not very weathly, is all. Not here, and I'm not sure if the lady at the B&B put me in this mindframe or the town really is sending me the heebie-jeebies, but I definitely feel the inclination to look over my shoulder, like I'm in a dark alley. [View Full Entry]

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There was not another soul to be found on my way home from the restaurant as the road turned down the steep slope to the old mansion, and the wind was picking up significantly. Chilly! I parked at the iron gate on the side of the house, as the owner had insisted; it was ajar and slowly making that metal on metal groan that old gates do in certain weather and on Scooby Doo cartoons. I grabbed the heavy latch as I passed quickly through, and pulled the the gate shut with a solid clank behind me. "Good luck, ol car, [View Full Entry]

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Obfuscator writes: Having decided the night before to set our sights more definitely on home, we abruptly turned away from home, and back to the southwest. Our goal for the day was Jackson, MS. We hadn't spent enough time in Mississippi to satisfy us, and the capitol seemed a likely place to start. After a fairly lengthy drive, we arrived in Jackson, and made our first stop at the Old Capitol. Normally there's a museum there, and it looked like it could be pretty interesting. When we visited though, the Old Capitol was closed for massive renovations. The Old Capitol was [View Full Entry]

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This morning, Alan and I wake up to the smells of egg casserole combined with fresh coffee. After listening to Doug Cousineau’s stories about his 1870-era home, we expected to see Leona Baer’s ghost floating around our room last night in Baer House Inn Bed and Breakfast . Thankfully, our sleep was a peaceful one. With only one day to explore Vicksburg, we have lots of history to cram into the day. Since yesterday was spent sitting in a car, Alan and I opt for exercise and a tour o [View Full Entry]

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