Pascagoula, MS

70 miles today, 2,438 miles down. Seagulls. We are on the Gulf Coast. I did see a remnant of the famous FEMA blue tarp roofs. It is hard to believe we are near the ocean again. It was windy on that bridge! The pines were constant on the route today.

We all were working on fixing our biker tans this afternoon. I had some Krystal Burgers this afternoon — the south’s version of White Castle — an ole’ St. Louis favorite.

I don’t know why “the squirrel went berserk” in the little county church in Pascagoula — but that song has been in my head all day long!