In Shreveport, Louisiana...
Sandy and I awoke after an uneasy sleep in Clarksdale to find that we had not been attacked by zombies during the night. This macabre warning was postulated, much to our discomfort, by our dear friend and blog reader, Jim, from back home. Phannie's new tires were not slashed, and Mae started up without exploding. Okay, we obviously overreacted to our surroundings to the point of perhaps sounding a bit snobbish, although I prefer to think of it as, um, sheltered. In my defense, let me just say that our lifestyle and comfort zone are what they are, and we have worked hard to maintain these...without apology.
As we were laughing about the Zombie attack that wasn't, it occurred to us that neither of us has even seen a zombie movie or read a book about zombies. We think we heard that they are dead people who emerge from the grave and attack live people, but we don't know how they became un-dead or why they attack live people. I suppose we could find out, but we cannot bring ourselves to use even a few irreplaceable minutes of our lives doing something as inane as researching zombies. We will just have to keep wondering, I guess.
A beloved uncle of Sandy's passed away yesterday, so we decided to abandon our slow meandering return to home base in favor of a more direct route. We decided to spend the night in Shreveport tonight, in order to drive quickly home on Friday and regroup for a short time before driving to Belton (Texas) for the funeral on Saturday.
The first 70 miles of the leg from Clarksdale was via the Great River Road, a scenic (supposedly) byway built in 1938 that follows alongside the Mississippi River from Canada to the Gulf of Mexico. The map I was using even had the little green dots beside the depicted road indicating it was scenic. I beg to differ. I suppose if you find that a thousand or so miles of flat river bottom land is scenic, then you would be captivated by driving this road. We were impressed for about ten miles, then it became a bit tiresome. I guess we just don't get it. The highway was great, however--straight, smooth and well maintained with very little traffic. We just don't think we'll need to go this way again. Ever.
Sandy made good use of her newly-expanded pullout computer desk in front of her copilot's seat. With her iPad and cell phone there on the desk, she has access to the world. Keeping up with family and friends and taking care of banking, business matters and a myriad of other interests is a piece of cake. No wonder the post office is going bust; we really don't need them anymore, I guess. Here she is, at command central:
I still can't help but marvel at the technology that allows us to have the world at our fingertips while driving down the road in a rolling house in the middle of nowhere. It was only one generation back--our parents--who, as children, lived in houses with no telephone, no electricity and no indoor plumbing or bathroom. We have come a long way in a short time.
We made it to the Tall Pines RV Park in Shreveport without a hiccup. Phannie has never run better, and we are really enjoying her new upgrades.