Leaving the pavement of TN:
And into the dirt of MS:
Yeah, baby... this is what I'm talking about... hours of this:
TN was great, especially for LDF to get used to the DRZ... but it felt good to get off our asses and up on the pegs.
Water crossings not so snotty-slippery:
We've lost the power lines along the road... getting more and more remote.
If you do the TAT, you'll likely run into this fellow:
Everyone seems to stop here for gas. He knows about the trail. Told us the previous crew had passed by about two weeks previously. Warned us not to ride the backroads after dark on account of the druggies. Methamphetamine mostly. Hoped we weren't going to try to make it as far as the Casino, cause it was getting late. His son is serving in Iraq. Give our regards if you meet him. Good people.
Turns out it wasn't. Interesting, these roads are seldom travelled, and the signs rarely correlated with the reality. More examples later.
After long days riding, and camping on particularly hard ground at the trailer park, we considered finding a motel near the interstate. They were all dodgey, and the weather was nice, so instead, we stopped at a grocery, picked up some provisions, and headed to Sardis Lake State park. No one camping there. Just beautiful.
11 hours later, making good milage, we racked up some cushion beyond our 200mi/day goal:
I love off-season mid-week camping. I really do.