Let’s just call it a photographic essay…
This is Roosevelt State Park, in Mississippi. It is exactly halfway between Shreveport, and my daughter’s house in Birmingham.
I worked hard and now I have a freedom and a means to be where I want to be. This is probably just one of a million places on this continent that I can go see, now. And each one of them may be more beautiful.
In addition, the Park Ranger who works here, and I apologize because I forgot his name, is one of the nicest guys around!
Cruisin' by Air, Land & Sea! 