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Monday, July 18, 2016

Another Jump Through Mississippi (2 day rides)

 ZZ Top:
Took a jump through Mississippi, well, muddy water turned to wine.
Took a jump through Mississippi, muddy water turned to wine.
Ye..uh, yeah.
It always does in Mississippi and Southeast Louisiana.
This is the tale of this weekend's wine tasting.
The first day's outing went north to Fernwood and then moved southeast..
The second day's ride made haste to the east and then back west. I had to be back for 2:30  which was a first, riding on a schedule. That won't happen again.
I started Day 1 on Dummyline Rd., 12 miles east of Arcola, La. which is on US 51.
 I turned east on Mixon Rd. Fearing Extreme Cowboys I moved on. Is that "race" or "rage"?
 At where I believed was Holton, I saw something. This map clipping  from HERE
You can see Holton almost directly south of Wilmer. The route is drawn west of where Holton is shown so I may be wrong but I don't think so.
I saw this walk. It went to a fallen down structure. It may be of no relevance to what I saw next.
 To the west of it I saw this raised bed.
 You might say it was a levee for the pond. No. it was much higher than the pond. I think it was a rail bed
 being used as a retaining wall by the pond. 
Was it the  Kentwood and Eastern RR's right of way?  Dare to imagine. 
Once in a while you'll be right and feel real smart. 
 Down the road was this Baptist church.  That I'm right about.
 I went north on La.445 and then turned back east on La.1061 to check out Scanlon which was on the Kentwood route.
 There were several humps.  The RR was in business between 1905 and 1922 so what did I expect?
 There was a closed school.  
 Now, these and how to use them are  important. Get the connection?
 It was time to break out and go north. I bypassed Amite and its traffic.
 Then I found the rail tie fence south of Osyka..
Notice "No fishing " sign.
 It was massive.
 Everything was ties.
 The "No Fishing" House
 At the crossing.
 I had to fight these hills all day long. Poor me.
 A few shots in Osyka. Some seen before, some not.
 Darn hills.
 Chatawa Lives. The bridge over the Tangipahoa is replaced.
 Up Highway 51.
Arriving in Magnolia, MS.
I saw the street sign and thought it would be cute to tell you that this is where Ebay got started. 
Then looking at the picture more closely I saw something else.
 Was there more here than just the historic railroad station? A park? Stuff?
 I rode south of town to the SERS location.
 Back to town.   I had a feeling or felt a rumbling.
 What did I say?
You do see the depot side track?
 This is my first IC engine picture at age, 66. Momentous. IC is an absorbed railroad. Canadians own it now.
Better than CN = China National.
 Passing the depot.
  I almost  forgot.... More Magnolia pictures. The depot siding.
Looking the other way. I'd have to go down there.
Mile Post
Can someone ID that building's purpose.
One more shot at the depot.
 Next, I was on to Fernwood. I love historic junkyards. I've owned or driven most of them. (During my valet years.)
Spock Ears?
 Looks like my Dad's Dodge.
VW (comments withheld)
Flip lights, fancy.
Looks like mine after it rolled over and tried to scratch itself.
 What sea?
 Fernwood is the home of the Fernwood and Gulf RR. I think this road led to their property. What's with "Gulf" and "Seafood"?  Bubbas, you are 100 miles from any saltwater.
 This one, too.
I almost forgot. I went to the South McComb CN yard for a shot.  Then I went back to Fernwood Rd.
 Out Fernwood Road, because I had visions of tracking another ancient railroad without a map, I stopped by the box company to see if I'd missed something. It is next to the main line.
 I think this was a rail loading area. No, the tracks had stayed close to the main line.
Oh well, maybe this ride report  is mostly railroad? I get in a rut or possibly "railroaded".
  Out Fernwood road I did some guessing.
The power line was the best bet.
 Old maps are not very helpful. The "F&.... G" is what I was following. Maybe?
 Who knows?  "Pipline"  Call the Pipline if you have any pips. Remember Gladys Knight and the Pips? Groovy.
 Lunch was at the Fire Station. It was very nice under a wonderful shade tree.
 Now the murder mystery: "The House on Love Creek".
 South to Blockdale. This is no ad, just a location locator.
 It's kinda dark, but honest, it looked like sugarcane.
 Creek picture.
 Dirt road picture. MS highways do this. One minute dirt, the next, gravel, the next, back to perfect pavement.
 Location picture.  I think Earl is related to the general, the great general, Gen. Bedford Forrest.
 Next was the Bogue Chitto River. It is a big one.
 I was thinking and then I thought not.  I was carrying a load up high and if it got sideways IT would be over.
 Here comes a big one, Elizabeth. I was riding south on MS 27 south of Tylertown. I knew the old bed of the Gulf  Mobile & Ohio RR was to my left (east). I stopped to take a peep if I could see the right of way. The road was blacktopped.
 There was a hump. But ......
 There was original steel. I have never seen any GMO rails besides Bogalusa north and some at Slidell. This road had been blacktopped before they were pulled up and that preserved them.
 Headed south to Franklinton.
 At Warrenton. I shot this old store years ago tracking the GMO from RIO to Tylertown.
 Back on 27, now 25 in La. This is old country. The Battle of New Orleans was fought in 1815 when the War of 1812 was over but the armies hadn't heard it yet. Jackson may have been denied the presidency without that mistake.  I'm sure Gen. Pakenham would have preferred the news coming sooner.
 The raised bed of the GMO could be seen in some places.
 Entering Franklinton right next to the right of way.
 I have been to the fairgrounds but never realized how easy it was to deliver the old engine. It is  within spitting distance of  the main line.
A kid was playing on the engine.  He never tired.
 I got to downtown Franklinton before the .... hit the fan. The fan was blowing at 50 mph. Only the buildings saved me. I asked a woman who was catching her garbage can where a gas station was. One was around the corner, just in time. I waited it out for 30 minutes. next to the office. Rain is OK. High wind and lightning are no-no's.
 I headed back west on La.10 which splits and La.440 goes to Tangipahoa. I didn't notice and I went to Tangipahoa, also.
 Dang hills and turns.
Washington Parish is the Alps of southern Louisiana. I don't think there is more relief in north La. The roads are roller coasters. The riding is wonderful.  The lanes are covered cool tunnels. What a place!
 Back on US 51 I made the most of it and checked out Roseland a little better. 
This looked like a hotel or boarding  house for railway workers.
 Mike and Willie are still at your service after hours. You'll need a  machete to visit them.
 I've missed this little preserved store.
 I should have checked the price better. I headed on back to base camp and readied myself for Day 2.
That later.

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