The next morning, I woke up realizing I stayed in town a minute too late. That only meant one thing, Sunday drive.
Road trips are fun, but at times can lead to confusion. As I got back onto Interstate 20 heading east towards Jackson, various options tickled my mind. Do I head south on US 61 towards Natchez, take I-20 east and perhaps hit the Alabama line, or do I simply head north on US 61 towards Clarksdale. I chose the latter.
It was sunny and breezy, a perfect recipe for a road trip. After driving through four lane traffic, the road narrowed to two lanes and the radio was playing. As "Cafefree Highway" by Gordon Lightfoot hit its crescendo, I saw a sign indicating I was cruising down one of the oldest trails in this nation, the Great River Road.
After about 40 minutes, I drove past Rolling Fork. As I thought about the uniqueness of the name, I turned around and found out it was the birthplace of Blues legend, Muddy Waters.
For the next hour, I drove around nothing but cotton fields and some beautiful clouds.
Finally, I reached Clarksdale, the town with a plethora of blues history. I began looking for the famous Crossroads sign and although I bypassed it, I did find some hidden gems. Including a few trips to the past.
At which point, I recalled that the Delta Blues Museum was in the vicinity. While I visited the structure, it was closed.
In the process, I found a plaque of a man with the most hits (and not all for good reasons).
It was time to begin heading back to Vicksburg. I was tired and not in the mood to travel 90 miles to Memphis. However, as I left Clarksdale, I did find my treasure.
On the way back, I stopped at a Kentucky Fried Chicken and then went into my room where I discovered that the Green Bay Packers lost their first game of the season.
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