Shepard State Park, Gautier MS

 



Another cold, damp, dewy night: packing up a soaking wet rain fly again. Sunny, not really warm, but fun riding weather. Today we rode 84 miles south and east to the Gulf Coast, eventually leaving the hills and ranches behind as we return to bayou country. And friendly people talking with us during our few breaks at convenience stores or at a Dollar General, telling us to be careful and ride safe. A few dogs did their thing, but so far no one has had an actual nip or bite, just noisy chases. 

Camping at the edge of a swamp in a crowded campground -- crowded with the TDA tour group we last camped with three weeks ago. No time to wait for a shower (or warm water) since I was cooking. Fortunately Donna and I had shopped yesterday after returning from NO. Menu was once again pasta and veggie heavy tomato sauce by me, and some sort of sausage by Donna plus her fabulous kale salad. And chocolate cake dessert of course. 

No wifi again, but I didn't take a single photo today anyway, didn't see anything dramatic enough to stop for. Fine with just taking it all in, doing the miles -- for the most part easy, though my knee felt a little tweak mid morning which eased readily enough.

Tomorrow we cross into Alabama on a short 45 mile day, camping on Dauphin Island in Mobile Bay. 

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