Oh, Louisiana!

I should have done this after Marshall, but this turned out to be a bit of an audible.  I had planned to cross over since I was so close, but I wasn’t too enthused by the caches nearby.  So I looked and noticed a virtual a couple of miles over the border having to do with a folk singer.  Sure, I’d have to backtrack a little bit, but not very much.  I mean, with the amount and distances of driving I’ve done in the last year, a few miles here or there have little meaning for me anymore.  Unfortunately, I have little photographic evidence because, blessedly, I wasn’t stuck in the state for hours like the last time…  But I got closer and closer and I knew I had crossed the border when the roads…improved?  Wait.  What?  Every time I’ve been in Louisiana, the roads have been terrible.  Since when do the roads improve when entering the state?  I feel as if my very truth is under attack here!  But I went a couple of miles in until I arrived at a church.  And behind that church was a grave yard.  I parked and followed the GPS to the correct location.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the final resting place of Huddie Ledbetter, better known to the world as the one and only Lead Belly.  I immediately sent this to some musician friends who were blown away.  This, no matter the digression, was more than worth it.  I logged, got a new souvenir, and then got rolling.  The Project still continues and I got back into the holy borders of Texas, rolling north past Jefferson, landing in…