Coming out of Vicksburg, the rain was going hard so I had to gingerly inch my way to Port Gibson. Luckily, the deluge slacked off to drizzle by the time I hit town, which was good because I didn’t want to consider the ramifications hard rain could have on the day. When I finally pulled up to the courthouse, the first rays of the sun were coming into view, giving me a good view. The gorgeous white tower gave me hope that it might be a good day.
After that auspicious beginning, I went down the road a bit further to the Port Gibson Visitors Center, home of the most favorited cache in the county. The hint referenced the flags flying out front but made no sense. It didn’t matter, I thought. I should be able to find a large easily enough. As I looked around a second and third time, I began to question that judgment. Then I finally noticed it. While it wasn’t actually a large, it was big, sturdy, and hard to miss (unless you’re me, apparently). For a moment, I was worried my arm wouldn’t be long enough to pull out the innards inside, but I reached the log. Inveni, inscripsi, reposui. I even took a few minutes to switch out some trackables, the last ones I brought with me from Texas. I cracked a little grin noting that I was trading one bottle opener trackable for another. Most of my travel on the trip had been in major cities and around an interstate corridor. I had gotten off the main routes very little except for my excursion up to Belzoni the day before. This leg, though, I felt I would be getting a bit more of the “real” Mississippi (even though I might as well have been in far eastern Louisiana). I already felt a little behind, but I tried to set that aside as I continued to nearby…
Geocaching While Black 