Day 3

We are not getting an early start even when it isn't snowing; I think it was nearly 11am when we got on the road again. Before long we found ourselves in the Mississippi flood plain which extended all the way to West Memphis, AR, flat as a pancake with the only variances in elevation being the levies that you cross when crossing a river or stream. We noticed cotton fields for the first time and Cathey wondered what the vines were that cover the fences along the interstate. I suggested kudzu but I'm not sure we are far enough south for that.
South of Memphis, just into Mississippi, we stopped for lunch. Again the main topic of conversation was how cold it was. The temp was about 25, so not too shocking to us but still suprisingly cold for this area.
We made it as far as Jackson, MS where we stopped for the night. Later I decided that stopping near a big city was foolish for us since the congestion limits the area that I have to manuever my trailer and we ended up paying a big city tax on the motel room. Like Waylon and Johnny sang, "We're learning a lesson everyday."