Rolling South from St. Louis, Mrs. Jones insisted on following that big muddy river all the way to Memphis. Southern Missouri brought the first hint that she was nearing the Great South… she spotted cotton. Miles and miles and miles of cotton just ripe for harvest. This required a google search on the price of a bale of cotton… that’s some hard work.
The RV park options are pretty slim in Memphis, so Mrs. Jones opted for a West Memphis location, basically on a floodplain right on the Mississippi. No rain in sight? Let’s do this thing… Evidently this campground closes down at least once a year for flooding. Every structure has wheels, or is way high! The drive through West Memphis to the river was an eye opener… “This can’t be right, recheck the GPS, where the hell are we…. ?” kinda stuff. But, it was right and we came upon this spot for the night:
No National Park rules, no nearby airports, no protected water source and it was time to play with the drone! You’d be amazed at how few places a drone can be legally flown! Here’s s view of the campground, really it was awesome!
By the way, if you’re ever in the area stop in at Williams BBQ, and meet the proprietor, William, who just turned eighty four and has been in business for fifty two years. This man has mastered the way BBQ should taste… The selection is limited because according to William, “when you got the right formula you don’t change it!”
Tom Sawyer Campground in West Memphis, Arkansas (yes, the west side is Arkansas) offers great showers and free laundry facilities! Who could complain? Time to head on into town and see what this place is all about… Blues, blues, blues… Beale Street is a tiny baby Bourbon Street with blues busting out of every establishment. Yes, even on a Tuesday. Mrs. Jones was kinda thankful it was Tuesday, this town looked like it could be dangerous…
Mrs. Jones lucked out and got reservations at Restaurant Iris and then discovered it’s little brother restaurant right next door called The Second Line. CREOLE FOOD straight outa New Orleans. Time to head to midtown for some eatin’ … Mrs. Jones could go on and on about the Gumbo, the BBQ shrimp, and such – but the thing that left the greatest impression was the opening page of the menu. Did she finally stumble onto something that may define this journey?
Yes, ma’am. That just about sums it up! Nobody can accuse Mrs. Jones of being a fun sucker… Next stop Lafayette’s Music Room! This is a great venue that books fantastic music. It just so happened it was some local youngsters getting their moment on stage on this Tuesday night. That’s just fine… music is music.
For those of you that may want an Otter update well, he is mean and lean and a true road warrior! He’s brought a touch of home on the journey and it wouldn’t be the same if he wasn’t riding shotgun all the way.
Signing off from somewhere in Mississippi! One shot of whiskey and off we go!
Mrs Jones on the Road 