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It’s a new year and here in Vicksburg, it still has the new year smell. I’ve been settling in here in Mississippi and loving every minute of it. Well, maybe not every single minute, we did have the hot snap in December (80 degrees at Christmas?), but for the most part, LOVING it! (The irony of that is that where I used to live in California, they had snow on Christmas day for the first time in like 12 years. Go figure.)

Photo courtesy Google Images.

Photo courtesy Google Images.

Anyway, they definitely do things different here in the south. For instance, when I went to get my new driver’s license, they handed it to me right then and there. No waiting weeks for it to arrive in the mail, hoping it didn’t get lost or stolen. No written or driving test. Nothing. Just, “here you go.” I didn’t even have to wait in line at the DMV. (And – bonus – it’s right across the street so I could walk over.)

Same thing with the car registration; I walked in, handed them some basic paperwork and BAM, they handed me a bright shiny new license plate. On the spot. No waiting. No mailing. Again, I walked right up to the window. No taking a number, no standing in line, no internet appointment necessary.

I know – weird. All my California folks will know exactly what I’m talking about.

And here’s a strange thing – daily operations here cease on holidays and Sundays. No signs posted in the windows, no ads announcing holiday hours, just lights out and locked doors. That took some getting used to. If you want to go out to eat on Sunday, you have about one choice – Cracker Barrel. (Or the casinos – need I say more.) I think that’s kind of cool though. A lot of guests here at the inn don’t get it, but I’m getting used to it. Sundays are church and family days.

Photo courtesy Google Images.

Photo courtesy Google Images.

I also find myself saying things here that I never imagined I’d ever say in California. Here’s a short list:

1 – There’s an alligator in the backyard. (No, this hasn’t happened but it’s entirely possible and even very probable with the river already above flood stage. Stay tuned.)

2 – We have to get ready for Mardi Gras. (That’s right, even though we’re 2 1/2 hours away from New Orleans, Mardi Gras’s a big deal here.)

3 – Are you taking the Trace? (Referring to the Natchez Trace highway. It’s basically “the back road.” Not sure why it’s called a Trace, but it is and I like saying it. For more information visit here: http://www.nps.gov/natr/index.htm)

4 – It’s time to polish the silver again. (Really? Polish silver? Yup. About every 3 months that stuff has to be shined up.)

5- I’m in the parlor. (The parlor? How cool does that sound? Who even has a parlor these days?)

6 – This ballroom is hard to heat. (I have a freaking ballroom!!)

7 – You want to see my outhouse? (See this post https://jansenschmidt.wordpress.com/2015/11/30/a-peek-at-my-rare-2-story-4-hole-outhouse/ for more details in case you missed it earlier.)

Photo courtesy Google Images.

Photo courtesy Google Images.

How about you readers, ever find yourself saying things that sounded foreign at one time, but now seem natural? Ever been on the Natchez Trace? Ever polished silver? Inquiring minds want to know.

Word of the Day: Uraeus

Fun fact about me: I want to host a ball. Seriously, I want to have a ball in my ballroom.

Original post by Jansen Schmidt, January 2016. Photos courtesy Google Imgaes.

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As time allows, I’ve been doing some exploring around my new home state. Not too long ago I took an afternoon road trip on what I thought was the Natchez Trace. Turns out it was just Old Highway 61, but I didn’t find that out until later.

Anyway, I came upon this cute little old church up amongst the trees and decided to check it out up close and personal.

Rocky Springs Church. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015.

Rocky Springs Church. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015.

Rocky Springs church, circa 1700 something. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015

Rocky Springs church, circa 1700 something. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015

Much to my excitement, the door was open. So, of course, I went in.

Inside the church @ Rocky Springs. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015.

Inside the church at Rocky Springs. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015.

I imagined what life would be like as a preacher.

View from the pulpit - Rocky Springs Church. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015.

View from the pulpit – Rocky Springs Church. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015.

In the yard was this graveyard, just beckoning to be explored.

Graveyard @ Rocky Springs church. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015.

Graveyard at Rocky Springs church. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015.

So many babies died.

Headstone at Rocky Springs church. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015

Headstone at Rocky Springs church. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015

Tombstone at Rocky Springs church. Photo y P. Rickrode, August 2015.

Tombstone at Rocky Springs church. Photo y P. Rickrode, August 2015.

After exploring the church and adjoining graveyard, I found this curious path admidst the Spanish Moss:

Path in the woods. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015.

Path in the woods. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015.

Spanish moss at Rocky Springs church. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015

Spanish moss at Rocky Springs church. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015

It seems I had stumbled upon what had once been the rip roaring community of Rocky Springs.

Rocky Springs, Mississippi. Photo by P. Rickrode. August 2015

Rocky Springs, Mississippi. Photo by P. Rickrode. August 2015

I continued along the path until I got to this little bridge, which did not look safe to cross.

Bridge at Rocky Creek. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015.

Bridge at Rocky Springs. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015.

Yes, I crossed it anyway and found what remains of Rocky Springs.

Old well at Rocky Springs. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015.

Old well at Rocky Springs. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015.

Burned out safe at Rocky Springs. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015.

Burned out safe at Rocky Springs. Photo by P. Rickrode, August 2015.

So there you have it, my afternoon walk in the woods, found by mistake while innocently thinking I was traveling the famous Natchez Trace.

How about you dear readers, what unexpected adventures have you encountered in your leisure time? Any surprises uncovered on an afternoon road trip? Inquiring minds want to know.

Word of the Day: Casuistry

Fun fact about me: I love exploring in the woods.

Original post by Jansen Schmidt, September 2015. Original photos by P. Rickrode.

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