Actually we have seen nothing but green trees, rolling hills, horse farms, trucks, trucks and more trucks. A few Mack’s, Mack, Mack.
We crossed the Arkansas River and of course the wide Mississippi River. Blue skies with just a hint of horse tail clouds (hmmmm change in temp and possible rain).
We stopped at Jackson at what we thought was a B BQ place, no cars outside, but we went in and they were serving pulled pork, but it was a BIKER BAR, a real hang out.
Tomorrow we leave late and are taking small, slow roads.