That was the critique of yesterday’s blog from a long-time reader. Yes folks, it was a tough day to be a blogger. First thing in the morning, I was accosted by an angry mob of six highly educated cyclists who said that I threw them under the bus in yesterday’s post when I mentioned that they seemed oblivious to area history. Although they claimed that they were indeed interested in history, after breakfast all of them blew past Bayou Pierre which is the area where Andrew

Greetings from way down south in the land of cotton. This is the floral arrangement in our B&B in Vicksburg, Mississippi: Today we cycled 45 miles along the Natchez Trace Parkway, starting in Natchez which is a Mississippi River town: : The Natchez Trace Parkway was created by President Roosevelt during the Depression as a partial payback to Mississippi Senator Pat Harrison, the Chair of the Senate Finance Committee and a key figure who helped pass Social Security legislati

Hey, it’s been a long time. On Thursday we will resume our pedaling vacations by cycling the Natchez Trace, a 440 mile National Park byway from Natchez, Mississippi crossing Northwest Alabama and ending by Nashville, Tennessee. While my legs are in pretty decent shape for a spring trip, my ego is severely dented. As I have aged, my mind keeps telling me that I am 25, while my body rudely reminds me otherwise. Last year, I did a two mile treadmill run where I kept incre