It was a cloudy but humid Mississippi morning as we left Tupelo to continue our journey along the Natchez Trace Parkway. Having completed 190 miles on the previous day we still had around 260 miles and a number of stop off points along the route before we reached Natchez, which was the end of the Parkways southern route.
Once again the road seemed deserted, the only contact we had with anything other than nature was a couple of cyclists taking a leisurely ride through the woodland settings. Our first stop of the day was at mile post 233, at the creepy sounding "Witch Dance" a site reportedly used as a Witches gathering place in times gone by. There was little there to view other than the information board and a patch of ground where the grass mysteriously never grows. Perhaps a sunny bright morning didn't create the right atmosphere, however we had no intention of returning at midnight under a bright full moon to see if it improved the experience.
With no Gas stations allowed along the parkway we turned off for the small town of Houston, Mississippi in order to fill the car up. It was very typical of other towns we had seen in the Southern states, very welcoming, clean, pretty and vehemently showing its patriotic side with the "Stars and Stripes" flag evident on all buildings both commercial and residential. We took a stroll round a square of small independent shops with the grandeur of the large domed city hall impressively standing out in the centre of the town.
Back on the Parkway we came to the French Camp Historic District, a log cabin village demonstrating how American life was lived in the early 1800's as this region gradually developed. The wooden buildings together with beautifully manicured grounds and a collection of vintage farm equipment give an authentic feel to the place, assisted by a museum giving relevant information regarding the sites history. We stopped for a walk round and indulged in the most wonderful Mississippi Mud Pie served in the cafe manned by church youth groups who visit the site for summer camps.
Our next scheduled stop was at the "Cypress Swamp",
literally a stones throw away from the car park and road, it felt like we were in the middle of the wilderness, at one with all the wildlife and nature. Wooden platforms provide a passage across the swamp allowing an up close and personal experience with the abundance of insects, lizards and birds around the area. The bright green algae on the surface of the swamp make it look like a billiard tables green baize, until disturbed by an insect landing or falling leaf. Floating logs peeping out the top of the swamp played mind games as you think you may have seen an eye blink and it could in fact be a part submerged Alligator. Part excitement, part nervousness takes over as the thrill of maybe being so close to one of the wonderful creatures is played against the fact that you could be feet away from a dangerous reptile with no one around to help. At the far end of the swamp as the platform finishes, a muddy path gives access further into the forest area, allowing a trip right along the edge of the swamp.......whilst still glancing back at the Log/Alligator.
Having completed around 200 miles we decided to have an overnight stay in Ridgeland near Jackson, Mississippi.Although only a mile off the parkway it seemed like a different world to what we had experienced, lines of motels, restaurants, gas stations and Cars everywhere...something we had seldom seen in the past two days journey.
From Vicksburg we chose not to back track to our original route but to visit "Windsor Ruins" and return to the Parkway further on down its route. Travelling down a small windy rural road for what seemed miles was a little worrying considering there were no other building around, just an abundance of trees. Eventually a sign instructed us to turn into a small gap in the forest and on to a dirt path, it was then through a gap in the branches we could see a number of towering Greek style columns rising up through the woods. The Windsor plantation house, completed in 1861, was considered one of the most beautiful in the Antebellum south. However, destroyed by a fire in 1890 all that remains now are the 23 Corinthian columns in the middle of a woodland with nothing around for miles. With the forest appearing to be creeping ever nearer it was hard to imagine the site in it's former glory, grounds which covered 2,600 acres, a place frequented by Mark Twain and also used as a base during the Civil war.
We reconnected with the Trace Parkway with around 30 miles left to travel until we reached the city of Natchez. A further 15 miles on we stopped at "Mount Locust", a former inn, claiming to be one of the oldest sites in Mississippi dating from 1780. The wooden cabin had been restored to its appearance of 1820 and allowed a walking tour round it with rooms containing furniture, decor and equipment from that time. The site also offered plenty of walking paths into the forest area for those who wished to include a trek into their days itinerary.
A final stop at Emerald Mound, a large grassed platform built by the native Indians and used for ceremonial events completed our sights along the Parkway route and left us a final 10 mile journey into the city of Natchez. We arrived at the perfect time just as the sun was going down. A short drive up to the Bluff Top allowed us the most beautiful sights overlooking the vast Mississippi, a most wonderful introduction to this historical city.
The Natchez Trace Parkway had offered us the chance to experience a large insight into American history from the Native Indians, War of Independence, Civil war and Pioneer days. We had visited some fascinating sites, seen the most wonderful views and experienced a fascinating close up with nature. Surprisingly we had seen little other traffic along the actual trace parkway route, no more than 20 cars along the 400 plus mile journey, however this had enhanced the trip making it seem that we had the attractions all to ourselves. I'm sure we just fell lucky going in the mid week and also out of the main holiday season as there are activities available in abundance. I am sure the area is usually well frequented catering for Motor Cyclists, Hikers, Adventurists, Photographers, Cyclists, Boat Owners, Nature lovers, History Buffs amongst others ....something for everyone, all for free too...the locals are so lucky.
The Natchez Trace Parkway had offered us the chance to experience a large insight into American history from the Native Indians, War of Independence, Civil war and Pioneer days. We had visited some fascinating sites, seen the most wonderful views and experienced a fascinating close up with nature. Surprisingly we had seen little other traffic along the actual trace parkway route, no more than 20 cars along the 400 plus mile journey, however this had enhanced the trip making it seem that we had the attractions all to ourselves. I'm sure we just fell lucky going in the mid week and also out of the main holiday season as there are activities available in abundance. I am sure the area is usually well frequented catering for Motor Cyclists, Hikers, Adventurists, Photographers, Cyclists, Boat Owners, Nature lovers, History Buffs amongst others ....something for everyone, all for free too...the locals are so lucky.
Dudley, I enjoyed reading your blog and happy I stumbled across it. I am an American (I live near Washington DC) but had never heard of this Natchez Trace Pkway) and your description and photos make it very appealing. I'll put it on my list as my husband and I occasionally go down that way to New Orleans. I also am a photographer and I blog about various things related to photography and traveling. If you have a moment look at my blog at weathereyefocus.com. I am a fan of Bill Bryson (especially Notes from a Small Island) and a I go to England whenever I can. I will follow you and I look forward to reading more.
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