The Road from Natchez to Nashville
We camped about a mile from the great mound, and after breakfast we drove over and were astonished. We couldn't ask for a better guide than MB.
We went north-east along the Trace, then cut north-west to the river, and night found us in the middle of the delta, not far from where Robert Johnson sold his soul to the Devil for immortal glory playing the blues.
An unbelievable chorus of owls punctuates the cricket filled night.
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