I’ve officially acquired some mix of salt, stank, and wet dog smell about me and my gear from the perpetual unwashed damp that has perpetuated the last week. Drying things out, while alievating the damp chill soggy clothing brings, just seems to bake in the smell.
I’m going to ride down the Natchez Trace Parkway today towards French Camp, but first, I’ve stopped for a coffee and some WiFi at Cafe 212 on Main Street, Tupelo…. next, a visit to the birthplace of Elvis!
.. And then maybe a brief side quest to find new gloves after last night’s fence hopping incident.