Back on I 70West to I57. South.
Soon we get to our first crossing of the Mississippi.. This route is the greatest for a couple of reasons, the first being, we get to cross the Big Muddy three times. No we do not zig zag, the river does. We pick up I 55 south near Sikston, Mo. Motoring south we are never far from the Mississippi River .
Crossing into Memphis at sunset.
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We stop at all the Flying J truck stops for our gas. They are pretty easy to get into and out of for someone towing a car. The BIG exception is the one in West Memphis..We avoid that one . The lanes are way too narrow to get to the gas pumps. At Memphis we go back east across the river again and just cut across the tip of Tennessee into Mississippi still on I55.We talk about heading to Tunica but decided to keep moving.We stay the night at the welcome center in Miss.
Soon we get to our first crossing of the Mississippi.. This route is the greatest for a couple of reasons, the first being, we get to cross the Big Muddy three times. No we do not zig zag, the river does. We pick up I 55 south near Sikston, Mo. Motoring south we are never far from the Mississippi River .
Crossing into Memphis at sunset.
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We stop at all the Flying J truck stops for our gas. They are pretty easy to get into and out of for someone towing a car. The BIG exception is the one in West Memphis..We avoid that one . The lanes are way too narrow to get to the gas pumps. At Memphis we go back east across the river again and just cut across the tip of Tennessee into Mississippi still on I55.We talk about heading to Tunica but decided to keep moving.We stay the night at the welcome center in Miss.
Travel 460 miles on Friday.
--We spy fields of cotton, some picked ,some being picked, and some waiting to be picked. We think the ones waiting are the prettiest! Takeing pictures of the bales lined up in a field waiting for transport to market. Cotton fields always remind me of Martha and her stories of having to drag the long sack and sore fingers of the "cotton picking" days of her youth.
--We spy fields of cotton, some picked ,some being picked, and some waiting to be picked. We think the ones waiting are the prettiest! Takeing pictures of the bales lined up in a field waiting for transport to market. Cotton fields always remind me of Martha and her stories of having to drag the long sack and sore fingers of the "cotton picking" days of her youth.
The miles keep adding up ,sometimes slow and sometimes faster, probably not so much for the man in the Captians chair. I sometimes wonder how Bob can sit so long but we do try to stop every few hours.
Transfer onto I20 west at Jackson , Miss and make the third and last crossing of the Mississippi at Vicksburg , Miss. We are now in Louisiana.. 
Clicky clicky, bumpy bumpy, rough road for about 20 miles coming into Shreveport. Hurrah!,, we pass the welcome to Texas sign. Stay at the rest area east of Dallas and have WIFI ..I work on the first travel blog..miles Saturday-522....getting closer.. to be continued...
