DAY 261: Cotton and Peanuts

I was many miles from Texarkana Tuesday; in fact I wasn’t even in Louisiana, but I found myself singing old Creedence Clearwater Revival lyrics about “them old cotton fields back home” as I drove by mile after mile of cotton fields in South Carolina and Georgia.

Driving some long, mostly deserted old roads these past few days, I found myself singing “Going down that long lonesome highway / Gonna live life my way” and “Ventura Highway in the sunshine / Where the days are longer / The nights are stronger than moonshine / You're gonna go / I know-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh / 'Cause the free wind is blowing through your hair…” and “Head out on the highway / Looking for adventure /In whatever comes our way…”

The bus has no radio and I didn’t remember all the words, so I went back to looking at the scenery.

For some reason, I think log cabins look out of place here, especially with palm trees all around them. 

I also learned to spot the natives. They’re wearing sweatshirts, pants and other cold weather clothings

In addition to cotton, it’s peanut harvesting time in Georgia, and my host gave me a bag of just picked ones from the field across the street, warning me farm equipment would be out there working at the break of dawn. I’m sure I will be able to sleep through it before beginning my last leg of the journey to the skoolie camp in Jesup.