I almost thought I was going to get out of this trip without making the invocation, but Future Arborists of America, attend! The Wilkinson County Courthouse is surrounded by beautiful, aged trees. Unfortunately, they entirely interfere with courthouse photography! This is an example of why not to place saplings in such a way. That being said, the courthouse itself was confusing. There didn’t seem to be a front door exactly. There certainly wasn’t a face that I could pick as a main entrance. I usually assume the flagpole is out front which would make sense since that would usually put it on the main street in town, but this one was on the side? I don’t know who laid out this building, but they had some weird thinking about how to do it. Or maybe it was refurbished and someone did something to make it make less sense? I didn’t know and, ultimately, I no longer cared. This was the ultimate stop in Mississippi (for this trip, anyway).
I went for the first cache I could find on the way into the county, at a small museum in a tiny town. I had to search for something in a crack in the exterior wall but, despite knowing a rough height to scrutinize, just could not find it. I looked back at the previous logs and noticed mention of it being connected to a wire. Searching for a wire, I finally found the little bugger. It was supposed to be D1.5, but I really don’t think it was! But that didn’t matter, either. Once I had signed and returned it, I was done with my caching in Mississippi (except for an attempt at a nearby Virtual that I just could not find). All that was left for the day was to continue south to the outskirts of Baton Rouge in the most annoying way possible, and then hit I-10, bound for Houston with a couple of short detours (one to pick up an EarthCache, one to grab one in a small town for a challenge). And once I passed through H-Town, I broke off I-10 and headed for home. Even though I came back from this trip the most rested I’ve ever returned from a trip (I was in a bed every night by 8PM after all), I still felt tired and out of words. And it felt so good to sleep again in my own bed, even knowing that I would eventually yearn for the road again.
Geocaching While Black 