The Newton County Courthouse was a small-town courthouse, neither good nor bad. Decatur, to its credit, was the birthplace of civil rights activist Medgar Evers and had he been buried here, I would have made a beeline to add his grave to my list of notables. Unfortunately (for several reasons), he is in Arlington so that one will have to wait until I return to DC/Virginia. I was a little flustered on the way into Decatur for a different reason. Driving from Meridian, I had done some rough math in my head and concluded that I was already running late, even at that early hour. In reality, that wasn’t true. With a few special exceptions, I managed to maintain an average of one county per hour, which is pretty much the same average I have when I’m not under the same time constraints that I imposed on this trip. It was the feeling of the hard cutoff (sunset) that made everything feel rushed.
I was also a little frustrated because I took a detour on the way to find what I thought would be an easy cache. It was in the back of a small community (I hesitate to even call it a town it was so small) cemetery, but I didn’t feel like digging through inches of leafy detritus at the roots of any one of a number of trees. I ended up getting a park and grab on a guard rail at a Wally World. I hadn’t noticed before, but someone was kind enough to place a series of guard rail caches all along the highway specifically for folks in my situation. I had the feeling that I would be looking specifically for further caches in the series as I continued on it…
Geocaching While Black 