Our weather luck ran out last night when the rain started. It was raining so hard when we started west that I could scarcely see the cypress knees(!) lining the wet ditch beside the road, but we outpaced the storm before we reached Baton Rouge. Just as well, because I could clearly see the sugar cane(!) growing in the roadside fields. I was so excited!
Google shows some of them using the remains of old meanders as docks for the barges shipping raw materials and finished products. As the road moved away from the river we entered what I think is the scenic bit of this Scenic Highway, complete with signposts for plantation houses. We kept moving: historic houses are not our thing, and we wanted to stay ahead of the storm shadowing the entire southeastern sky dark blue-black.
The soil is interesting: gorgeous orange/pink/cream totally unconsolidated sediment. Anywhere the roadside grass was damaged, the exposed soil had washed away leaving a miniature landscape of gullies and hoodoos no more than 3′ high. I have several photos that might have shown this if I had a faster finger. When I upload this post I’ll pull out the roadside geology book and see what it has to say about the origins of the soil; I’m not sure we’re still in the valley, so perhaps it is loess.
I was almost incoherent with excitement. Cotton! A field of cotton! COTTON IN A FIELD! COTTON!!!
I was still bouncing when we arrived in Natchez, but settled down after a good walk through the historic town centre. It’s a lovely little place, although I think it paid a high price for the preservation of its historic houses in
with seriously good food at the King’s Head Tavern