Thanks-G in Mississippi
Many people don’t think much of Mississippi, but it’s my roots and I’m pretty proud of that. I love my country family, even if they think I’m strange. We took a look at the Ball family geneology, and determined that there hasn’t been more than one girl born in a generation since my great-great grandfather, who enjoyed the pleasure of three wives and produced 26 kids (woah). I should take more advantage of this being the only girl thing.
My grandparents have cows. They stare at you very intensely.
The Long Leaf Trace is close by; my parents and I had planned to ride a few miles of it on Friday, but weather prevented us. We drove over to Sumrall and walked around for a bit before scurrying back into the warm dry car interior. My plan is to ride the thing some day soon, 80 miles there and back. Anyone want to join?
Thanksgiving day allowed a little bit of country road riding, but not nearly enough to counteract the 15 cookies and 5 pieces of cake and pie I ate. I did not race Sunday. Overall laziness ruled that week, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Hope everyone had a great holiday! Now it’s back to the grind.