Yesterday before we left Hot Springs, we went to the tackiest road side show possible, and my camera battery died before I could take a picture of the big yellow sign "Alligator Farm and Petting Zoo". We paid our money and saw piles of alligators from 2 to 3 years old, swarms from 5 to 20 years old, and pens of really oldsters like us. The toothless attendant picked up a 10 year old to have us feel him. They say alligators don't hurt people, crocodiles do. But they make noise, and we heard only hissing (means, leave me alone), not the grunting (mating call) or the bellowing (rain coming in 12 to 24 hours). Who knew?
Off to the Mississippi border, crossing at Greenville after a night in the Pecan Grove RV Park at Lake Village AR, one of the prettiest we've been in. There is a new bridge and new freeway being built over the flooded Mississippi River at the big bend in Greenville. The new bridge seems to be a Calatrava, very light and airy, beautiful. We rattled on US 82 and down US 61 to Vicksburg, stopping in Leland to look at the funky 61 Blues Museum. Then more miles of cultivated fields, into darkening clouds and a night's rest in Vicksburg, before starting the Civil War trek tomorrow.
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