Started the morning with breakfast at The Burn where we had spent the night. We ate with Chuck and his wife, another couple staying at the Burn who had been on the house tour with us the previous night. They were an interesting older couple to have at breakfast. They have 3 different homes (Miami and Destin, FL, and Minnesota – near Duluth) which they move between throughout the year – not being tied to any season, just wherever they needed to be for kids or whatever. They also travel regularly not only with a toy poodle, but also a parrot. (Since 9/11, they have not flown with the parrot, since they have to take the parrot out of its cage during security screening. Therefore, the parrot travels by car.)
We started today’s trip with a Roadside America stop at Mammy’s Cupboard, which is a small restaurant in the skirt of a 2-story tall woman. On the way to Vicksburg, we hit the Natchez Trace, a National Historic Parkway that runs from Natchez to Nashville. It is a great road to take if you need to go from Nashville down to Natchez or beyond as it’s a very scenic route; one lane each way, with no stops and just about no traffic. We only stopped at one historic spot along the parkway before getting off at Port Gibson for our 2nd roadside stop, the gold hand pointing to God. It is a large gold hand on top of the spire of a church pointing up to God.
Before heading into Vicksburg National Military Park, we stopped for lunch at Sonic. We had not been to one, and since they are not that local to us, we stopped in. It is like the Stewart Root Beer drive-ins in Jersey a number of years ago, but without the roller skates (at least at this one).
In Vicksburg, most of the day was spent at the Military Park. The Vicksburg battlefield consists of over 1,330 monuments and markers along a 16-mile tour road. It is an absolutely huge battlefield. We rented a portable GPS at the visitor center to escort us around the park. This is the 2nd GPS tour guide we have used. It is definitely the way to go if you have the option. The guide goes with you around the park and automatically starts up at different points based upon your location, and you can call up further information on topics as you go along.
We headed back to the hotel to check in, got cleaned up, and relaxed a little before heading out for dinner. From Pat at the Vicksburg Visitor Station at the Park, we got the recommendation for dinner at Walnut Hills for good southern cooking.
At dinner we started with “Charlie’s Potato Rounds”. Not sure what they were (remember Rooster fries?), but were pleasantly surprised with what came out; basically, they were potato skins. Only instead of what you typically get, they were medium slices of potato topped with cheese and bacon. Basically a more improved loaded potato skin.
For our mains, Erica got the fried catfish and I had the fried chicken (along with the potato rounds, something they were noted for making). We both had the baked sweet potato as the side. Both were excellent. Even being fried they were not greasy like a lot of fried food. The baked sweet potato was delicious, but even more so as it was served with a small ramekin of brown sugar to add to the potato for a tremendous flavor.
The food and service were good on their own, but what drove Walnut Hills over the top was the conversation we overheard. Behind me, there were three local Mississippi gentlemen, discussing – in great detail – gators. Erica and I looked at each other with knowing glances as we overheard their conversation. We kept our chatting to fill only the gaps in the conversation of the gentlemen behind us so we could absorb every word.
The conversation went something like this:
“[someone in their family was learning how to gator wrestle]…I kept telling him you need to watch the gator, he doesn’t have much strength this way [I can assume by upward jaw pressure] but you have to watch out for him…he will struggle for a bit, then he will go limp… He’ll pretend he is hurt…but don’t believe him…he’s fakin’….you can’t go limp, you gotta hold him...”
“Well, the gator went limp, then Billy [I think] and …. He ended up with 16 stitches..”
“16 stitches?....How old was he at the time?...About 16 or 17….”
“Alligators are good for nothing…they’ll eat everything… they’ll even eat your bass.”
“If you are goin’ kill them, you better use something bigger then a pistol…Or you better know what you are doin’….”
“I knew a guy who used to have a pistol, but he couldn’t kill it, hit it about 6 or 7 times… He needed to get a bigger gun next time… a ‘308’…”
“You want to catch a gator, it’s a big metal pole, stuck in the ground leanin’….hanging from it is a hook with chicken tied to it… but you can’t be too far away, ‘cause when the gator bites the chicken, it’s mouth is so sensitive, it’ll strip the chicken off without touching the hook… so you need to be there to yank the pole up to put the hook through its mouth….”
“[What you can get for a gator]….it can vary from year to year. A good year is $15 a foot… It doesn’t matter if they get older ‘cause they get wider as they get older.”
You cannot script conversation like this! It really pushed the entire meal over the top for being in the locale.
Tomorrow we head towards Little Rock (and our Billgrimage) with a side stop at the birthplace of Kermit the Frog.
- Stephen