My last few days on the Natchez Trace were like saying good-bye to a friend who quietly surprised me. If the Trace were a person, it’d be the kind who doesn’t say much but surprises you with peacefulness, beauty, and diverse history. But like a few times before, pictures tell more than my words.
The song for this post is The Mission. It’s contemplative tone suits the Trace, and it’s title suits most of the souls who’ve travelled the Trace, since they all had a mission.
Finished in Natchez, MS
July 1, where I took a day off to avoid t-storms
Near Jacksno, MS, the Trace has become a busy commuter road, so the city made a bike trail near the Trace.
It was a lovely bike trail, …
Right until the trail ended.
One of the few sights on the Trace that wasn’t contemplative.
Back on the Natchez Trace
One of the many historical signs on the Trace.
I was on the MRT again, yay!
The tiny sign on the left is a mile-marker, which shows 50 miles left. I started around mile 408.
Mile marker 25, on the left.
Feel so tiny next to these trees.
Another stop along the Trace.
Inside the Inn.
Mile Marker 1
I’d hoped there would be an interpretive center at the end, but it was a quiet finish.
Recognition of the women who save the Trace.
I finished the day with a celebratory meal of South’n Cook’n.