There is nothing like a good night of rest. The Royal Motel took good care of us. Even our neighbor, “Shirtless Pete” (no photo, as those fickle Romanians are a little unpredictable in the heat of the morning) was hospitable. It was hard to leave, but we had to get moving north.

01. “The Royal Motel.”
02. “Room number 20.”
03. “Loading up and heading out.”
04. “On the way out, Big S sighed with relief.”

We pointed Big S north and were on our way. Just like the Route 66 leg, we vowed to “follow” the route along the river as close as possible. Truth be told, this sorta of stubborn commitment doesn’t allow for the most efficient travel. We added a lot of time to the mission, all day long, as we snailed up the river on the Louisiana side and over into Mississippi.

The Natchez parkway just north of Vicksburg is absolutely required for all those passing through. PJ made a good call to hit it, and man, we rode along quietly throught the woods and grasslands up towards Greenville. Magnificent. Extraordinarily maintained stretch of highway.

Our trajectory back and forth across the river has treated us to an amazing collection of bridges. We’re gonna hit ‘em all, as we push north.

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With joints like this, well, you don’t need too much else out here on the road.

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We made it into Greenville, recounted the day’s events over Chinese fare and called it a night at the local Best Western, wirelessly, mind you.