Dang, Jon, you are killing me. Some of the content is hard to remember
As for the bulb, I should have taken yours(it was a genuine nice offer), but it was more about not tearing into it at the time, knowing what was involved at the time, unloading the bike, burdening anyone else more than I already was, it was time to party, and I had a bulb at home ready to go.
A bunch of relentless SOBs....LOL
Thanks Wheatie! I spent today convincing kids on who they should be telling their parents to vote for in the elections. (Sarcasm)
If I had any feelings, they would be hurt.
Okay back at it.
We left Jon's house in a little rain and it was time to check this rain gear out.
We rode for a while and stopped at an abandoned gas station. Joey was checking the weather and planning our sortie accordingly. We trailed behind it and never really got rained on hard. With all the rain previously, we did see quite a bit of wildlife near the road, but no close calls. I did see a wild pig and a decent size litter near the road. Not something we see around here ever. They ran off into the woods as Joey rolled by.
The History of Poverty Point is amazing. Hours upon Hours could be spent in the learning center. I never felt rushed, but also knew I could not get engrossed fully in the experience because I would never get out of there.
A quick movie was played in there and artifacts were provided to touch. Unlike many of the other museums that prohibit such learning.
Seriously, how does one create these items with no metal tools. Scrape rock against other rock until it dulls, then sharpen it against another rock. Start again on the original object again??? Amazing work.
Short walk up to the top of the largest mound was next.
From up top, the other construction was more noticeable.
I cannot help but wonder what made these peoples existence cease???
Maybe it was the possibility of seeing these two faces!!
So many good shots ruined by the camera, but still a great memory.
Some reflection was in order, but Joey made an executive decision. He said I may not agree with it, but he was making the call!!
We were heading back to the local convenience store a few miles back and getting some ice cream.
I was ready for a complete change in plans but all he was wanting was a damn drumstick!!! It hit the spot and we were off to the Memorial in Vicksburg.
The infamous bulb shown here in front of the National Military Park. Joey has a knack for getting great shots.
I am not a cryer, but the emotion of this place could easily have overwhelmed me at this moment.
To stand in these places and not imagine the horror that took place here was not repressible.
As we progressed from place to place, putting my helmet on gave me time to absorb just what could be taking place not all that long ago.
The business end of these weapons are horrifying to fathom.
The Irony here was not lost as well. You see, Illinois and Louisiana more or less were matched up in the battle. Regiment vs. regiment is how some of the battle worked out. This fact did not escape us as the day went on.
A long time ago, I could have been fighting my Cajun friends instead of partying with them. Such senselessness gave me pause.
The reminders of such atrocities were in more than one place. 2 of the very large monuments, Illinois and Louisiana are placed where the respective armies were on the battlefield. You can see the tall spire.....that is Louisiana's, I am standing on Illinois'.
The lines about friends and family here are the blurriest.
Looking back down from the monuments onto the battlefield....you could almost feel our ancestors there with you. Mine were still in Europe at the time of the War, but nevertheless, families and history were obliterated here.
Admittedly, not much leaves me speechless, but a brief ride through the South's trench lines caught me by surprise. I still cannot find the words to describe the feeling of emptiness I felt there.
Engineering magic.
Preserved by accident.
Astounding Craftsmanship
More in a few min.
