This morning after riding for an hour, I stopped in a little cafe in Bush, Louisiana for coffee and eggs. Some old boys were talking about killing turtles, and asked me about my ride. After telling them my story, the waitress refused to let me pay for my breakfast. A similar episode occurred at a B&B in Texas. My faith in humanity is continually refreshed by these unsolicited, spontaneous acts of compassion.
The bayous of Louisiana have been replaced by the pine forests and rolling hills of Mississippi. Still no gators. Today I again braved shoulderless highways with 55 MPH sped limits, but traffic was light on a Sunday. After having a beer with my pizza tonight, the waiter informed me that he should not have served a beer since today is Sunday. Well, this is the bible belt of Mississippi. Tomorrow thunderstorms are forecast.