The Intracoastal Waterway and the Outer Banks

After traversing the southern states, driving the length of the Natchez Trace and making our way to Nashville, we decided to continue east towards the coast to travel south to Florida. Next year, we’ll travel from from Florida inland through some of the states we’ve visited and then continue north. So with plan in mind, we began aiming east. Along the drive we stopped for a walk to the viewpoint of the Linn Cove Viaduct, the first bridge of its type to be built in America. Using computer technology, the bridge was built with minimal disruption to the surrounding area, preserving the flora and fauna.

And then we came to the spectacular Linville falls.

The volume of water rushing down was huge and you could see the upper cascade where it flowed behind the rock wall face before tumbling over the escarpment.

The information board at the start of the short hike promised wonderful views of the valley below and we weren’t disappointed.

Then a short distance along provided another viewpoint of the falls.

Continuing down along the trail, we made our way to the bottom of the waterfall.

There were three hikes to view the falls, none of which were particularly long, but all had spectacular views.

Peter checking the direction we should be headed on the Strava App.

Along the trails, tucked in amongst the green, there were some beautiful blooms.

One of the things I like about roads like the Blueridge Parkway, is the many opportunities for hikes along the way. There are trail heads quite regularly that provide a variety of length trails and all have spectacular scenery.

We whose the Hawk’s Bill Rock hike and, as we’d come to expect in this region, it was mostly uphill.

There were beautiful flowers that added colour to the green, the birds were singing and the scenery at the top was spectacular.

Peter sitting on the Hawk’s Bill Rock

Our next stop was Craggy Gardens. We were there at the right time of year to see the Rhododendrons in full bloom, however, they were a little later blooming this year due to the cold weather they’d had, so many were still in bud or with only a few blooms showing their wonderful colour.

Still, the views were spectacular.

Not long after leaving this area, we crossed into Virginia.

As we drove, with no particular destination in mind, just heading east, we traversed another of these bridges that are quite steep to allow boats to travel underneath. We would realise once we arrived at the coast that tall, steep bridges like this are very common. I discovered that this region contained a number of antebellum mansions that gave tours. Shirley, was the oldest dating from the early 1700s, so we googled directions. We drove down a very narrow dirt road that both google maps and the signs on the road, indicated was the right direction. We arrived at a locked gate with CLOSED emblazoned across it. Disappointing, because there their website gave no indication of hours of operation. We discovered later that they have a restaurant and winery, but that the family who own it, actually live in the house, so tours happen twice per year and are booked out as soon as tickets open.

Not to be deterred, and not far back I’d also seen signs to an estate called Berkeley. Google provided me with directions and confirmed that they were open for tours. Berkeley is the second oldest antebellum mansion in the region, dating from 1723.

This sign greeted us at the entrance to the driveway.

Clarence, who hosted our tour of 6 people was the best tour guide we’d had so far. Very entertaining and incredibly knowledgeable. We didn’t get the impression that he was parroting what he’d learned but that he really knew everything about the house, the people who lived there, and the area. He must have been 70 years old if he was a day! He was rake thin, and dressed in period costume. A thick, double-breasted linen shirt and brown knickerbocker pantaloons with a double buttoned front.

Berkeley is situated on the James River, on 1,000 acres of land that are still farmed today. According to Clarence, the first 10 presidents of the United States danced on the timber floors that are still all original from its construction in 1726. Berkeley historical information contentiously, also disputes the claim of that the first Thanksgiving took place in Plymouth. They argue instead, that it occurred in 1619, over a year earlier on the banks of the James River, where Captain John Woodlief landed with a small party of men, named the land Berkeley, and held a service to thank God for their safe journey.

One of the first shipyards was build on the River at Berkeley in 1621. The plantation house was built by Benjamin Harrison IV, a wealthy and prominent Virginian and lived in by generations of the Harrison family. His son, Benjamin V, a staunch patriot, was Virginia’s fifth governor, a Virginia delegate to the Continental Congress and a signatory on the Declaration of Independence. Berkeley was also the home of the US’s 9th president, William Henry Harrison, who also has the dubious honour of being the shortest reigning President, from 4 March – 4 April, 1841, when he died.

Like many of these grand homes however, it has had a checkered past. During the American Revolution (1775-1783), 18 warships were built at Berkeley ship yards, making it a target for the British. The family moved out, fearing reprisals and these came with the arrival of the traitor, Benedict Arnold and the Redcoats who set fire to all the furniture in the house and razed the crops and outbuildings. Because of its sturdy brick outer however, the house remained standing. The Harrisons returned in 1784 and spent 4 years restoring the house and land.

Originally a tobacco plantation, during its height, 110 African slaves worked on the property. Poor farming practices however, caused crop failures and the last of the Harrisons, Dr. Benjamin Harrison VIII, gave up the property in financial ruin in the mid 1800s. During the American Civil war, the manor and land hosted 100,000 Union soldiers. Clarence explained that for the second time, everything in the house was burned by the soldiers for fires and when they left, the house fell into ruin for 50 years.

Berkeley also boasts that while stationed there, General Daniel Butterfield wrote the army’s first official bugle call, “Taps.” “Taps” was first commissioned to play at the burial for a soldier but from 1891, it has been played at military funerals and evening flag ceremonies on military bases. ​

John Jamieson purchased the property in 1907 and his son Malcolm and daughter-in-law Grace spent years restoring it. Clarence told us that Malcolm was very eager to host tours of the manor, but Grace was vehemently against it. Malcolm won out, and the first tours began in 1938 under the proviso from Grace that every tourist must be gone by 5pm and they were not to be allowed in the upper floors. If Malcolm got carried away and let a group stay past 5pm, Grace would bang on the wooden floor upstairs until the people left.

While beautifully furnished with antique and period furniture, none of it is original to the house. When Grace and Malcolm began their renovations with the intention of living in the house, they purchased every piece of furniture from the adjoining manor, whose furniture had been spared because of their allegiance to America.

Although all the outbuildings and slave accommodation was destroyed during the Civil War, there are 2 accurate representations of slave quarters on the property, a legacy of the 2018 biographical film Harriet, on the life of the abolitionist, Harriet Tubman.

The grounds are quite magnificent, having been restored to their former glory.

Our next stop was Jamestown Mariners’ Museum and another surprise. At $1.00 each for entry, that’s not a typo – $1.00 per person, this museum is fantastic. We arrived as they opened at 9am, left to grab coffee and for lunch, but otherwise, spent the best part of the day!

One of their main drawcards is the USS Monitor and the Batten Conservation Complex which is, according to the brochure, “part of the world’s largest marine archaeological metals conservation facility,” housing more than 210 tons of artifacts.

The USS Monitor was an ironclad war ship, one of the first built from iron, not wood and using steam, rather than sail power. It was used during the Battle of Hampton Roads on March 9, 1862! I had no idea that vessels were this technologically advanced so early.

The Monitor sank during a storm on December 31, 1862 and sits on the ocean floor off North Carolina’s Outer Banks. However, the wreck was discovered in 1973 and a team of ocean archaeologists were able to raise a number of artifacts, the largest being the Monitor’s 115 ton revolving gun turret, 2 Dahlgren guns and its steam propulsion engine. All of which are on display in the museum.

This image is from the museum website and it gives an idea of the size of the turret. In the museum, any angle for a photo just looked like some dark metal but it was fascinating to walk around.

Although the remains of the ship are still under the ocean, a number of interesting items that were recovered in the turret are also on display, including a sailors wool jacket, shoes, coins and a knife.

But that’s just one room in the museum, of 12 rooms!

The ship model gallery was amazing! There are a number of people whose hobby is recreating to scale model ships and the detail is unbelievable. There were 2 model makers working when we toured and we spend quite a while chatting to them about the intricacies and details they go to, to replicate these ships. On average, depending on the model, they can take between one and two years to complete and they make every piece from scratch.

The models below, which are a small selection of the 35 on display, were the life’s work of August and Winnifred Crabtree. They follow the history of boating and every one is to scale, intricately carved and with working parts. August, born in 1905, began as an actual ship builder and then built model ships for Hollywood. There are models from a primitive raft to a 15th century Spanish galleon and more modern ocean liners. They were very difficult to photograph because of the lighting and the fact they were all behind glass cases.

SS Howick Hall, 1910

Egyptian Seagoing Vessel, circa 1480 BC

Roman Merchant Ship circa 50 AD

Santa Maria, Christopher Columbus’ flagship, 1492

The other area we found very interesting was the International Small Craft centre, a huge warehouse-sized room that housed actual boats that varied from canoes, to small yachts, to motor boats.

For example, this Bull Boat, circa 1939, came from the Hidatsa Nation, North Dakota and is a traditional canoe made from buffalo skin stretched over willow saplings.

An asymmetrical gondola, from the mid-nineteenth century which is one of only a handful that were built to offset the gondolier’s weight.

A Catboat, circa 1927, this actual boat was sailed on the Amazon.

Any James Bond fans will recognise this boat from the classic Roger Moore scene where they race these boats down Venice canals in For Your Eyes Only.

The maritime museum is not the only attraction in Jamestown however, and since we spent almost an entire day at the maritime museum, we stayed to visit the park and the other historical sites the following day. One of the benefits of travelling the way we do, we can stay as long as we like and change our itinerary at the drop of a hat. So, the following day we visited Jamestown Island, the Yorktown Battlefield archaeological park and the Archaearium Archaeological Museum.

Established in 1930, the park preserves sites of English colonisation from the 16th and 17th centuries and the American Revolution.

We walked around Jamestown Island off the Colonial Parkway early in the morning and happened upon the glassblower, setting the furnace for later demonstrations. This is a recreation of a 17th century glass furnace, complete with the artisan who fashions glass objects using the same tools and techniques as they did centuries ago. Not the place to work on a warm day however!

When the turtles are mating and moving around more, they close the roads to traffic so they don’t get run over.

And there’s always a cute squirrel, just waiting for a photo!

I had to sneak in another cute squirrel photo. This one was enjoying his breakfast. There were also heaps of Fiddler crabs. We learned that only the males have the large claw. Don’t be concerned by the size of the crab in the photo, though, the largest ones are actually only about the size of a finger joint.

The archaeological and battle sites were a mixture of recreations, restorations and archaeological ruins. Because it’s now America’s summer break, schools and universities have several months off so there were budding archaeologists on a camp, assisting with a current dig.

Recreated galleons

The first settlers arrived here in May 1607 in 3 wooden ships. Soon thereafter, the 104 men were besieged by Natives so one of their first tasks was building a wooden fort. Its recreation is on the site but this was one of many challenges. They found ample water from snow run-off initially but as summer came, the fresh water dried up and wells, contaminated with salt water, became unpotable.

However, the cedar, walnut and sassafras trees they felled for building timbers was considered lucrative and until 1620, it was shipped back to England when the cost exceeded the profit and they turned to harvesting tobacco.

Some of the excavated ruins from the first settlement

A recreation showing what the timber fort looked like and its positioning on the site, determined by the archaeological dig.

The first 3 ships that arrived from England held only men but eventually they realised that the jobs women completed and indeed, the ability to further the colony, relied on women. In 1620, 2 ships arrived containing 90 women recruited by the Virginian Company expressly to wed the settlers. The women were skilled in brewing, baking, sewing and of course, they bore children.

At this time also, several dozen “captive Angolans” were landed in the colony and became the first slaves. In fact, archaeologists have discovered information about an African woman named Angela, one of the first whose identity has been revealed and who lived in the settlement in 1625.

By then too, the settlement had the resemblance of England, with habitable houses, livestock, crops and the variety of artisans required to supply all the needs of a growing town. Including government. The settlers chose Captain John Smith as their governor in 1608 and the first General Assembly met in the church, originally a wooden structure, the first brick church was constructed in 1639, this renovated church is circa 1750.

The Jamestown settlement is also where, in 1614 John Rolfe, who is credited with the development of the tobacco crop in the settlement, married Pocahontas, the daughter of the Powhatan chief and which enabled a relative peace between the native people and the settlers. According to accounts by settlers however, Pocahontas had many interactions with the new arrivals from her childhood, and as the daughter of a chief, had managed to save and free a number of captured English settlers.

She gave birth to a son and in 1616 the family and a number of Powhatan men travelled to England with the aim of advertising the colony and encouraging more settlers. Just as they readied to return to Virginia, Pocahontas became ill and died suddenly. She is buried at St. George’s church, Gravesend. Rolfe returned to Virginia, leaving his son Thomas in England.

This bronze statue is a representation of Pocahontas, as there are no images of her.

After another full day in Jamestown we were ready to set off again. As I mentioned, we decided to take the coastal route south and saw this rather bizarre sight, travelling along the road. You might be able to guess what’s in the barrels from the second, close up photo. We assumed they were alive.

Although, their contents shouldn’t be surprising, just the manner of their travel. Crabs seem to be a culinary mainstay here. The whole way along the coast, we’ve seen very many cafes, restaurants, shacks and eateries that owe their existence to to the abundance of and culinary delights that crabs provide.

Initially, driving through areas like this was quite the novelty. Travelling along miles and miles of roads and bridges that traverse waterways on both sides like this, is not something we see in Australia. But, by the time we were traversing the Outer Banks, we’d grown accustomed to roads like the one below, which brought us to a lovely little town with a boardwalk along the Intracoastal Waterway and a very odd name.

I had to post this picture because I’m sure nobody would believe the town was actually called Duck! We had crossed the border again and were now in North Carolina. According to the historical information, it’s a very popular seaside destination and was only incorporated in 2002. Apparently, it’s a popular duck hunting region and as everybody referred to the location as “Duck” the name stuck.

These posts are installed specifically for the birds and this one had a chick

We never discovered why there were painted horses scattered around the town, rather than, oh I don’t know – maybe ducks?

As well as the very picturesque boardwalk, they had a wonderful bakery with donuts the size of…..

Well, you can see how big they were!

Not terribly far down the coast we arrived at the Wright Brothers Park, the location of Wilbur and Orville Wright’s historic first flights. However, if you didn’t know, you wouldn’t guess what this actual location is called.

Would you believe, Kill Devils Hills? This is the actual location where Orville and Wilbur Wright tested, modified and eventually managed free flight of a “heavier-than-air machine” for the first time.

In fact, these markers delineate exactly where they took off from and landed their first three successive flights.

The monument was erected in the Wright Brothers honour in 1932, and a recorded 2,000 people attended the dedication. A far cry from the few locals who helped them achieve their goal in 1903.

This is an exact replica of the plane, showing one of the locals who helped steady it, as it took off.

Nearby, we took a walk in the surrounding sand dunes to see the biggest dune in the area, and we traded photos with another tourist family.

Then, we continued our drive along the coast on Highway 12, the narrow land spit along the Outer Banks and enjoyed the varied scenery.

Each of the Lighthouses along the coast are painted differently to assist daytime navigation.

As you can see by the pictures, it was very scenic but also very varied. The other thing we’ve noticed travelling here, is the amount of unusable land. so much of this area is water and it’s flat. There’s barely a hummock, except for the very steep bridges that traverse the waterways to enable large ships and yachts easy passage along the Intracoastal Waterway. And these dunes, that vary with the wind.

There are a number of bridges along this 70 mile stretch of highway and the roads are barely above the waterline. There are also two car ferries. The first is a free ferry and takes about 20 minutes to traverse the water.

The first ferry takes you to Ocracoke Island then you drive across the island to the second ferry which takes 2 1/2 hours to Cedar Point. This one cost a reasonable $32 for Joey.

Ocracoke Island is famous for its wild ponies, although they aren’t so wild now. They have fenced in yards and are fed and cared for. Apparently, too many were hit by cars on the road so they decided to contain them. The 3 that we saw were very fit and healthy.

We also managed to be on the island when they were holding an annual music festival, so it was quite busy in the little town. We walked the length of the town and to the original lighthouse. Constructed in 1823, it’s the oldest functioning lighthouse in North Carolina, although today, the light is automated.

We spent the rest of the day listening to the music we could hear from Joey, while we waited for our 5.30pm ferry departure.

The road from Cedar Point was not dissimilar to the island roads and we had a wonderful sunset.

And a beautiful sunrise.

I need to digress for a moment, and ask a question. Have you ever been misplaced because you thought you were going to a specific place and found, when you arrived, that you weren’t where you expected to be? Let me be more specific. We’ve just arrived at Beaufort, a small town not far from the Cedar Island ferry landing. But as I perused my map, I discovered that Beaufort was actually in the next state, South Carolina. Couldn’t be! Time to check our more detailed map, and lo and behold, there’s the other little town called Beaufort. There are, it seems, more often than you would think, more than one location with the same name. This isn’t the first time we’ve been bamboozled with towns of the same name being in different places. Years ago, before GPS, we were in England searching for the motor racing circuit at Donnington. We asked directions and found it. Unfortunately, we also discovered that there were actually three Donnington’s in England and we were at the wrong one!

So, here we were, in North Carolina’s Beaufort.

We continued to hug the coast on the way south, and this Beaufort was another quaint seaside fishing town, with some cute bird houses on stilts and if you look closely, you’ll recognise that they seem to be made from eskies.

We discovered that from 1769, Beaufort was a part of the Trans-Atlantic slave trade, which landed Africans bound for plantations along the length of the coast. In fact, it is registered as a slave route with UNESCO.

As we walked around the town, we passed some lovely homes, churches and buildings with, as we’ve come to expect, a very long history.

For example, this very old graveyard, or burying ground.

Morehead City was our next stop, a larger seaside fishing town, swelling with fisherfolk attending the annual Big Rock Marlin Tournament.

Our camp for the night, south of Morehead City, was Cedar Point, a park surrounded by marshes and swamps, so we had an interesting walk the following morning.

There were literally thousands of these Fiddler Crabs.

In many places we’ve walked, we’ve heard woodpeckers. They peck at the trees, searching for bugs below the bark and they can be quite loud. But we’ve never actually seen one. Walking back through the campground, we saw our first woodpeckers.

There were two on this tree and they were the funniest thing to watch. They pecked furiously at the tree, going round and round, back and forth. It was like they were testing the bark for insects before pecking a hole because they weren’t in one place long enough. Unless it was a mating ritual, considering there were two.

Our travels have been anything but boring. We’ve discovered such varied places to visit and activities to do. Looking for interesting things to do is what brought us to the USS North Carolina Battleship. This was another of those attractions we thought we’d spend an hour or so wandering around but instead, found it incredibly informative and were the last people left after closing time!

There were information boards throughout the 9 levels of the ship which appealed to both of us. Peter enjoyed reading all the technical information and I really related to the photos and transcripts from interviews by members of the crew who explained exactly what it was like living and working aboard, during active duty and also lulls where the crew had free time.

The USS North Carolina is moored across the Cape Fear River from Wilmington. Commissioned in April 1941, she participated in every major battle in the Pacific during World War II and has been restored as a memorial to the 2,000 men who worked aboard her and the more than 11,000 North Carolinians who lost their lives during the war. She has operated as a museum from 1960.

What made it particularly interesting, was that very little of the ship was cordoned off or out of bounds and most of the equipment was in working order and hands on. So we climbed into the gun turrets, adjusted and looked through the telescopes and sights and got a real understanding of the often cramped and stifling conditions under which the sailors worked. Remembering too, that they were also stationed in tropical waters. Our actual experience combined with the information and testimonies of the crew made this an experience we’ll remember.

We could easily have spent another hour looking through the bowels of the boat which was a real rabbit warren of corridors and interconnected rooms. When we realised the time, we were quite a few levels below in the ship and although we’d been following the tour and arrow signs, with only 10 minutes to closing time we thought we’d cut and run, so to speak. Bad idea! We came to dead ends, then tried retracing our steps and got befuddled again. I did start to wonder how on earth the staff would confirm that everyone had actually vacated. Initially, we saw a couple of other people but then, all of sudden, it appeared that we were the only ones left.

When we finally found our way to the up exit stairs and through the door onto the deck, I was quite relieved.

We overnighted in Wilmington and the following morning, took a very interesting walk around the town’s historic river district. Settled in 1725, by the time the railroad reached the town in 1840, it had grown to a bustling city, which included a number of beautiful buildings and manor houses. After the Civil War (1860-1865) it became a prominent centre for the region, encouraging more growth.

Like many of the towns we’ve visited, Wilmington has an active historical society and many of the home owners have ‘come to the party’, so to speak, and have renovated or maintained their homes immaculately.

We found ourselves crisscrossing up and down the streets, reading the historical information and taking in the varied architecture.

Before we left the Wilmington area, we took a walk along the river through the high rises to the beach.

We’ve seen these before where you pedal your way around a city while imbuing a large quantity of alcohol but we’ve never seen one on the water before.

A very industrious chap was pushing this cart with gelato along the sand. I guess the shops on the street were too far on a hot day.

But, time to move on. A short drive and we were at another ferry. This one a short distance like the first, and a nominal fee.

We arrived at lovely little town, saw some interesting sights, and bought some locally caught shrimp or prawns if you’re Aussie.

The fishmonger told us all about their pelicans, who are wild but come so regularly, they have names.

This house really attracted our attention because the fire engine red roof stood out against the crisp white so much. Then we discovered it was quite notable because it belonged to Captain Thomas Mann Thompson, “one of the most successful of the 77 licensed pilots who guided blockade-running steamboats through the Cape Fear Shoals during the Civil War”, to quote the information board.

Apparently knowledgeable pilots like Thompson were paid as much as $3,000 in gold per trip, and he piloted 9 different steamers over 34 successful runs, so it’s not surprising that he was able to build such a house in 1868.

I couldn’t resist a picture of this cute little vehicle. Something we’ve noticed here, is that golf buggies, sand buggies, all kinds of buggies, are able to drive on the roads and we frequently see them driving around resort areas, beaches and lakes. They’d never be allowed on the roads in Oz!

And just like that, we’ve crossed another border !

We found a lovely swamp and boardwalk and not far along, a very busy beach, lined with high rise accommodation and apartments.

We also discovered, if you like seafood it’s the place to find a buffet. There must have been a dozen or more so after some quick googling for reviews, we chose this one.

We were so spoiled for choice, and it was all delicious, what’s more, there was no time limit, which they like to impose on buffet’s in Australia. Wolf it down quickly because we’re only giving you 1 1/2 hours! In fact, our waitress told us there was no rush. So, we took our time and grazed our way through a number of different seafood dishes. And then we started on dessert! No seafood here, but a huge chocolate fountain, fresh fruit and a wide array of cakes and pies with all the trimmings. Such a treat!

As we made our way south, another State Park beckoned, this time Huntington Beach.

We also discovered Atalaya Castle. Archer Huntington bought three plantations and built the castle in 1931 as a winter retreat and setting for his wife’s sculpture studio. He also began building a garden to house his wife’s sculptures.

The castle consisted of 30 rooms, including a studio with a 25-foot skylight and enclosed courtyard.

After Archer died in 1955, his wife moved her studio to Brookgreen Gardens, which is now an amazing sculpture garden and animal habitat. That was our destination the following day.

There are a large variety of sculptures from artisans spanning the 18th to the 21st century, including current works and they regularly have eclectic works scattered throughout the gardens. During our visit there were a number of light exhibits which are illuminated at night, twice a week.

The statues are scattered among beautiful gardens, some planted and manicured and others just beautiful expanses of lawn and trees. There are also a number of water features and fountains. It was another surprise find, where we thought we’d spend an hour and ended up spending almost the whole day.

There was also an animal sanctuary that had a mix of farm and wild animals and birds.

And they are a member of Wolf SAFE, having established a habitat for the critically endangered Red Wolves. It was later in the afternoon when we ventured to the animals and quite warm so the wolves were a little tricky to see.

This is a rare red wolf that was close to extinction in the region but is being rehabilitated due to breeding programs like the one at Brookgreen.

In conjunction with the beautiful gardens and sculptures outside, there were also two complexes that housed smaller pieces indoors.

We were enamoured with these exquisite bird sculptures by Grainger McKoy. The feathers are so intricately carved and painted that we found it hard to believe they were actually made entirely from wood.

They were all in glass cases which made them tricky to photograph, but hopefully the intricate details are visible.

The beautiful old homes we’ve seen in so many towns during our travels, never cease to enthrall me. It’s also quite wonderful to see the histories of so many homes recorded for all to see. Georgetown was another of these beautiful towns that took great pride in their history. The port on the Sampit River has been an important location for loading and unloading goods like rice, indigo, cotton and animal products since its founding in 1729. It also played its part in the American revolution becoming an important supply port for the army in the south.

Many of the houses were also built during the 1700s. There were two markers on the houses, either a sail boat with a date and a number, which indicated it was on the National Register Historic District Map, the date it was built and the corresponding information number, or those with a cream coloured marker with a rice sheaf, that were not on the register but still notable. Armed with the list, we wove our way around the town, taking in all the historical homes and finding out just a little bit about their histories.

For example, John and Mary Perry Cleland built this house in 1737 and it is one of the earliest built in the town.

This house was bequeathed to the City of Georgia by Julia Pyatt Kaminski, the last owner of the property. It was built in 1769. She donated the house and its furnishings, including antiques from the 18th to 20th centuries as a museum and it has been open to the public since 1973.

Built in 1750 by plantation owner Robert Stewart, this is the only “extant brick residence in Georgetown built before the American Revolution.” It was also the venue where George Washington was “lavishly entertained and then honored by the Masons of Prince George Lodge No. 16 and the Winyah Indigo Society.”

Indigo was one of the first crops grown in the area, before it was replaced by rice, cotton, and then sugar. Indigo became popular because of the partiality for blue dye. The Winyah Indigo Society was established in 1753 and granted a charter by King George II in 1758. Its first president, Thomas Lynch was also a signatory on the Declaration of Independence.

The thing that really strikes us about these properties, which are still residences today, is how well maintained they appear. I find it hard to imagine that they were constructed so many years ago.

Not all are opulent mansions, either. Some, like this quaint cottage, was built by one of the first settlers in the area, James Baxter, in 1770.

Childermas Croft House was built c. 1765, occupied by the British during the Revolution and used as a hospital. Fun fact: After the war, cows were stabled inside the house because it was thought they would rid the house of germs.

This stunning home was built by Many Man in 1775 using timber and slave labour from her father’s rice plantation. The plantation was established in 1718 and is, according to their literature, “widely recognised as one of the most well-preserved antebellum rice plantations in the United States.”

We have gathered from the numbers of immaculately presented houses from these early eras and the fact that they readily and proudly display their historical plaque, that there is some prestige attached to owning and maintaining a home with such history. This house, built by Frances Withers c. 1760, received the “First Distinguished Preservation Award of the Historic Georgetown Foundation,” in 1974 for its authentic restoration.

I must admit, I never get tired of walking around these streets and admiring the beautiful old houses, especially when there’s wonderful historical information available.

But, after our walk it was time to head off, over another bridge, of which there were very, very many and into Mount Pleasant to visit a tourist bureau or Welcome centre, as they’re often called.

We spied some very quirky paintings.

But didn’t linger longer (try saying that ten times fast) than to walk along the pier and then it was off to our next destination, Charleston, another beautiful historic town.

In April, 1920, according to their information sign, a number of residents gathered to form The Society for the Preservation of Old Dwellings. It was organised by Susan Pringle Frost and was the first historically based preservation group in America. So now we knew where the cataloguing and information posting of these lovely old homes began. The group were also at the forefront of creating the first historic district in 1931.

A walk around Charleston revealed how beautifully restored and majestic many of these historic manor homes are.

Englishmen and women formed the settlement of Charleston in 1670 and in the 1690s they had begun building a brick and earth fortification around the town to protect residents from the French, Spanish and Native Americans. Archaeologists believe the wall was 10 feet tall around and six feet wide along the water front. It was completed in 1711, including bastions (small forts) and a draw bridge. Called Charles Town at the time, it was the only British walled city built in America, however, it was relatively short lived.

By the 1730s most of the wall was demolished to accommodate the increasing population. What remained of the wall was buried until a small section was discovered in the 1920s and another in the 1960s. Today, small wall “sightings” are often reported by residents and county workers.

Some of the streets are still cobble stones and the many buildings in the main town are also beautifully restored.

There’s a stunning waterfront fountain featuring a pineapple and the sign adjacent the fountain was wonderful!

Eventually, we came to Charleston City Market, one of the oldest establishments in continuous use and dated from the 1680s.

There were some lovely painted tile mosaics and several people who were making and selling these outstanding sweetwater grass baskets.

We had begun to see small, wooden structures along the highway as drove towards Charlestown, many were very ramshackle, some had already fallen over and others looked like they were still used. They all advertised sweetwater grass baskets and they were along the highway for many, many miles. As we neared the town, we started to see the odd one with someone selling what looked to us, bamboo or cane goods. What they were, are these intricately fashioned baskets and bowls, made by weaving the water grass. They really were exquisite and I could appreciate the expertise and hours of work that were required, however, their prices were still jaw-dropping.

We had a wonderful chat with this fellow in the market, who told us that he learned to weave from his mother and grandmother and that he had taught his children also. He said an intricate bowl like the one in the rear of the picture would take him about a month, but that wasn’t every day. I asked the price and he said $500.00.

Our return walk through the town took us past a beautiful rotunda, the fire house with a statue of the mascot and a number of other beautiful buildings and churches.

The sculptures around the fountain in the square were very cute.

And the upmarket shopping street was lined with beautiful flower-filled hanging baskets.

We also walked along several more streets with historic manor homes. This brick house, built in 1796.

Miles Brewton House, built between 1765 and 1769.

And we came across a horse drawn carriage.

As we arrived back at Joey, parked on the waterfront I noticed a small fishing boat and a very attentive pelican. We assumed he must be a regular on the boat because the pelican wasn’t bothered that the engine was running and the fisherman didn’t seem bothered that the pelican was hitching a ride.

On our drive out of Charleston, we visited Angel Oak. Named for the family who owned the property, Martha and Justus Angel and whose family have resided here from the early 1700s until it was purchased by the city in 1991. This magnificent native oak tree (Quercus Virginiana) variety only grows along the east coast. It is estimated to be over 400 years old. It is 65 feet tall, has a 31.5 feet circumference, which has expanded from its last measurement in 1991, from 25.5 feet. It provides 17,000 square feet of shade and is truly magnificent. And very, very popular!

It’s also in a beautiful location. We discovered this lovely park, not too far away.

Our next stop was another State Park where we wandered along some of the trails. We even saw an alligator, and while this setting looked very serene, overlooking the water, it was hot! Hot and humid and not a day to be reclining on rocking chairs. Which, incidentally, Americans seem to be obsessed with. So many places there are chairs , they are rocking chairs and we’ve noticed it from the Grand Canyon, and many places we’ve stopped.

And there’s another state done, until we come back. We’re about to cross the border into Georgia, as we make our way south along the coast.

Natchez Trace Parkway

In keeping with our roads less travelled theme, or at least, choosing the roads in our atlas that display little green dots next to them, signifying a scenic route, we decided to drive the Natchez Trace Parkway.

It begins in Natchez, just over the Mississippi border and concludes 444 miles north, in Nashville Tennessee. It was relatively quiet and exceptionally green.

We saw these fences often and they were so clever! Rough timber planks alternatively stacked in a zig zag without any fixings.

The Natchez Parkway follows “the most significant highway of the Old Southwest,” to quote our mile by mile information brochure. It was a major pathway for the Natchez, Chickasaw and Choctaw Indians who were present in this region for 10,000 years. Once settlers began journeying westward, from the late 1700s it received so much traffic, by foot, wagon and horse, including being a major US mail route, that it’s now a defined, deep rut through the forests. Although we had a bitumen road to drive on that follows the Trace fairly closely. In fact, in some locations it is several feet deep, like a channel, but now covered in grasses and moss.

The Parkway is replete with history and abounds with flora and fauna. Not only was it a thoroughfare for the local Native tribes, but from the late 1700s, it was a major thoroughfare for traders (called Kaintucks) who floated crops, livestock and other wares down the Mississippi River on rafts, then, because the current was too strong to return via the river, sold the timber, and walked or rode horses home. It was a major route for General Andrew Jackson’s armies during the 1812 war, civil war battles occurred throughout the region and thousands of slaves were marched along its length from the early 1800s to the large slave market in Natchez. As the traffic became more pronounced, entrepreneurial settlers also built inns (or stands) to cater to travelers.

We began our journey in Natchez, a lovely town, steeped in history. Our early morning walk took us along the Mississippi River, through the historic “Under-the-Hill” area along the Mississippi River and around the town.

Some of the buildings still lining the “Under-the-Hill” road.

In the 1800s this region was the seedy underbelly of Natchez. The main Natchez town sits upon a hill above this area which borders the river. Described in 1820 as “the most licentious spot on the Mississippi River,” this was where any river boats landed and from 1811, where the steamboats docked. Taverns, gambling establishments and brothels lined the riverside to service the river folk and it was also the location of a slave market.

Today, a number of the buildings house small shops, and the outlook across the river to the Natchez-Vidalia Bridge, the tallest on the Mississippi River, is very scenic.

We saw these beautiful paddle steamers at a number of towns on the river. They are the ‘cruise ships’ of the river and offer multi-day voyages for tourists.

Natchez town atop the hill was established in 1716 as a French fort, beginning several decades of conflict with the traditional Natchez inhabitants, who, in 1729 succeeded in killing 229 men, women and children, the largest death toll by a native attack in Mississippi history. In retaliation, the French returned with a vengeance, decimating the Natchez through death, enslavement or exile. After the defeat of the American Revolutionary War, the Treaty of Paris in 1783 accorded that Great Britain forego Natchez to United States rule, and in 1797, the American flag was raised at the highest point of the town, claiming Natchez for America.

Our walk around the town took us past St. Mary’s Roman Catholic Basilica, built between 1842 and 1859 and as one of the few churches we’ve noticed with open doors, we took a peek inside.

It was the most magnificent church, with stunning stained glass windows lining each side and beautifully molded and painted ceilings and frescos.

Continuing our walk around the town, we passed a number of antebellum mansions. As the area became home to more settlers and trade and transportation on the river increased, it became a hub of economic enterprise and a bustling trading port. Statistics from 1829 and 1830 recorded 383 steamboats, 10 keelboats, and 868 flatboats or Kaintuck rafts had docked at the port and there were 2,789 residents.

Rosalie, named after the original town fort, was one of the early mansions built in Natchez and completed in 1823 by wealthy cotton plantation owner Peter Little. While he and his wife Eliza did not have their own children, they founded the Natchez Children’s Home and remained together for 45 years, until her death from yellow fever in 1853. He died 3 years later but without an heir and also no will, the property was auctioned and bought by Andrew Wilson who was also childless. He adopted a daughter, Fannie McMurtry, however, who married and lived at Rosalie with their 6 children.

In 1838, and falling on hard times, two of Fannie’s daughters, Annie and Rebecca sold Rosalie to the Mississippi State Society, Daughters of the American Revolution, but continued to reside at the manor, hosting guided tours until in 1858, at 101 years old and the last of the original descendants of Rosalie, Annie passed away. Today, Rosalie, like most of the grand antebellum mansions, hosts guided tours and is a wedding and accommodation venue.

Auburn, completed almost a decade before Rosalie, in 1812, was the first antebellum mansion built in Natchez. Constructed for Lyman Harding, Mississippi’s first Attorney General. Its architect was hired “to design the most magnificent building in the Territory.” Its most significant feature was the free-standing, 360 degree staircase, one of a mere handful in the USA. Auburn’s information states that it is owned by “every resident in Natchez” and “”one of the most significant homes in the nation.” Upon Harding’s death in 1820, it was purchased by Stephen Duncan, a wealthy plantationer and he added the two outer wings during the 1830s, a billiard hall and several outbuildings. It was bequeathed by his family, along with 203 acres, to the city in 1911. It offers guided tours, is a function venue and the grounds are a now public park available for free use.

Dunleith Historic Inn was built in 1856, with 22 rooms, a separate lodge and dairy barn. It is the sole remaining Mississippi antebellum manor comprising complete, encircling Greek Revival columns. The original property, situated on a plantation was completed in the 1790s for Job Routh but was destroyed by a fire in 1855. His daughter Mary and her husband General Charles G. Dahlgren built the current manor. it was subsequently sold to Alfred Vidal Davis who renamed it Dunleith.

The original horse stables, still remaining from 1790 are now a fine dining restaurant with an “English pub” in the carriage house. The manor is also a bed & breakfast and wedding and event venue.

Stanton Hall was built circa 1857 by Frederick Stanton, a cotton broker, and its design copied his ancestral home in Ireland. He died of yellow fever a mere nine months after its completion. Its upkeep was a strain on his heirs so from 1890 it operated as a College for Young Ladies. It was acquired by the Pilgrimage Garden Club in 1940, who operate it as a museum and event venue. Its blurb alleges it is “one of the most opulent antebellum mansions to survive in the southeastern United States.”

A couple of fun facts about Stanton Hall, it was the blueprint for Disneyland’s Haunted Mansion, and its interior was filmed in the mini series North and South.

During our wanderings of Natchez we happened upon a brochure entitled, “Natchez, the Historic City Cemetery…the stories are as unique as the town itself.” Intrigued, that meant another walk around a cemetery.

Armed with our brochure, listing 26 separate graves to visit and having downloaded the QR code information on them, we headed up to the cemetery. It is situated high above the Mississippi River on undulating, parklike grounds with beautiful trees providing shade. Consequently, there is no need for raised crypts because there’s little likelihood of flooding

The stories we learned about some of the residents were fascinating. Here are just a few:

John Lee was buried in Catholic Hill and was known as the Chinese gambler. He resided in Natchez from 1925 and was buried in 1962. His clever inscription means “good fortune” and the dice, a seven and a one and the cards a spade and a royal flush are because he died on the 11th day of the 7th month.

A sadder and more bizarre grave belongs to Florence Irene Ford who died aged 10, in 1871. When alive, she was petrified of storms so whenever one occurred, she rushed to her mother. It’s reported that her mother was so grief stricken when she died that her casket was fashioned with a glass window at her head. The grave was dug down to provide an area so her mother could “comfort Florence during storms.” To provide shelter for her mother, two hinged, metal doors were installed. During the 1950s a wall was erected at the bottom of the stairs to cover the window and prevent vandalism.

Clarence “Bud” Scott was a famous African American musician during the early 1900s. He led one of the most popular dance bands of the era, even playing at Carnegie Hall in 1912. When at home in Natchez he frequently serenaded locals from the balcony of the Natchez Confectionary store.

Rufus E. Case was a plantation owner who instructed his heirs that upon his death he be buried sitting in his favourite rocking chair, facing Louisiana. He died in 1858 aged only 34 but his wishes were granted, hence the terraced tomb.

Finally, the grave of Thomas Paul Leathers (1816-1896) is far less colourful than the man himself. However, Captain Leathers began a career guiding and building steamboats on the Mississippi from 1836. Seven were named Natchez. He was a very accomplished pilot, completing 401 journeys between New Orleans and Vicksburg without an accident, quite the feat during this era. He was also a staunch Confederate, refusing to bow to the Union, and flying the “stars and bars” flag on all of his steamboats for many years after the civil war.

In 1870 he competed in what the information told us was “to become the most legendary steamboat race in history.” He was pitted against another noted steamboat pilot, Captain Cannon in his vessel, the Robert E. Lee. Touted as the most modern and luxurious vessel of the times, Cannon won in a record breaking 3 days, 18 hours, beating Captain Leathers by 6 hours and 36 minutes.

Even Leathers death at age 80 in New Orleans was bizarre. He succumbed to fatal injuries after a hit and run with a bicycle.

When we parked at the cemetery we noticed a large, inoperative oil rig At least, that’s what we assumed. When we returned it was pumping into a large holding tank and smelling distinctly of oil. I guess if liquid gold is discovered, it doesn’t matter that it’s in a cemetery.

Our final stop in Natchez was to visit “the Fork of the Road.” Yes, it was actually called this but there’s no pun intended. It was in fact, the location of one of the largest slave auction sites in the south and where many of the slaves that traipsed along the Natchez Parkway, were headed. There’s little left now, but a lovely green, grassed area that is at a fork of the road, so the history is told on several information boards.

They’re certainly worth reading to give a perspective of slave life. After having toured the antebellum plantations we chose, we were left with the feeling that life actually wasn’t that bad, if you were a slave, provided you worked hard and did what you were told. It could certainly have been much worse.

After reading through this information, we left Natchez with its beautiful church and manor houses, a legacy to these slaves, in a more somber mood.

Immediately beyond Natchez we joined the Parkway proper and, determined to follow the milepost guide, take time to visit all the historical sites. All 107 of them! Well, actually a few less, because picnic areas and layovers were listed and once we’d seen the actual furrowed, worn Trace among the trees and foliage a few times, we ignored those stops too. Suffice to say, the 440 miles was going to take a while if we were to fully immerse ourselves in the history.

Our first stop was Mount Locust Historic House. This recently restored cabin was undergoing further restoration work, so access to the building was closed, however, we were able to walk around the site and view the other buildings and grave site.

Built in 1784, it’s one of the oldest buildings still standing in the region. It began as a farm but due to growing numbers of travellers and kaintucks making their way along the Parkway, its owners the Ferguson’s, converted it into a “stand” to cater to the influx of travellers. As cotton crops became more lucrative, the property was expanded to include as many as 16 slave cabins and archaeologists have discovered at least 43 gravesites, only a couple with stone markers. The National Park Service began managing the site in 1938.

Just one stone marker was visible when we visited the slave grave site

The Ferguson’s grave markers were far more elaborate.

Our next stop was Windsor Ruins. Completed in 1861 wealthy cotton plantation owner Smith Coffee Daniels II, however, he died only weeks after its completion, at only 34 years old. His widow and children remained. It was one of the largest private manors built before the civil War in Mississippi and certainly a manor on a grand scale. It comprised 29 Greek revival pillars and stood 3 stories high. There were 9′ (2.7m) wide verandahs on the second and third floors and each columns diameter exceeded 3.5′ (1.1m) at their base and stood 40′ (12m) tall. It contained 23 rooms, an above ground attic and a basement. There were also two bathrooms with running water from a tank in the attic.

During the Civil War, the manor was used by the Confederates as a signal and observation station and later, a hospital. The family were permitted to remain on the third floor during its occupation. After the war, the family continued to reside in Windsor, and held many social and community gatherings, earning income from leasing their vast land holdings.

On February 17, 1890 a guest dropped cigar ash that ignited the third floor. It was completely destroyed, leaving only the 29 columns and the cast iron work. Today, only the columns remain on the site, however one set of the cast iron stairs is installed at nearby Oakland chapel at Alcorn State University.

We can only imagine how magnificent it was. All information about the manor was destroyed in the fire. However, in the 1990s, a sketch drawn by a Union soldier was discovered and it is the only image that remains.

There are no camping spots along the Parkway, so we digressed to the town of Vicksburg and a convenient Walmart for the night. Our morning walk uncovered another beautiful town, steeped in history and antebellum houses and discovered a 3 mile town walking trail that snaked up and down many of the streets and displayed information boards on each of the notable sights.

Our morning was grey and overcast so we noticed many of the street lamps remained lit. We’d seen many ornate street lamps throughout these town but these were quite unique.

I had to look closely, but the flames were actually real. Others we’d seen were bulb lookalike flames, these definitely were not. How fascinating, we thought!

Often, when faced with numerous information signs, we scan them quickly, take a snap to read later and take a picture of the building or site. Much of the information on signs in Vicksburg was just so interesting to read, we found our walk lasted several hours.

Take, for example, Governor McNutt House.

Built in 1826, Alexander McNutt purchased the property in 1829. In 1838 he was elected the 12th Governor of Mississippi and stood until 1842. He was renowned for his witticisms and comical yarns. However, few people were aware that he also wrote stories in the local paper about the adventures of Jim and Chunky, two ‘slow’ individuals who worked for the ‘Captain’. McNutt’s pseudonym was comically “The Turkey Runner”.

Duff Green Mansion was left undamaged during the civil war siege of Vicksburg because Duff Green, a wealthy cotton broker who built it in 1856, deemed it a hospital, open to both Union and Confederate soldiers.

Lakemont was built by Judge William Lake in 1835. He was a congressman from 1855 – 1856 and a member of the Mississippi House of Representatives from 1859 – 1861. He and his opponent Colonel Henry Chambers, were constantly at odds, feuding and sniping at each other until, on October 15 1861, Lake challenged Chambers to a pistol duel. Unfortunately for Lake, he lost.

The front gate still showing it’s battle scar from being hit with a cannonball during the Civil War.

Fun facts: In 1856 Judge Lake’s daughter, Mary, married Duff Green, the wealthy cotton broker of Duff Green Manor.

Another ‘you wouldn’t read about it!’ fact: When Judge Lake was dying from the gunshot would after the duel, it was Captain Thomas Leathers, whose story is above, that held him until he passed. 35 years later, when Leathers was dying in New Orleans after being struck by the hit and run bicycle, it was Judge Lake’s grandson who held him as he passed and the grandson had no idea who he was or the connection.

The Warren County courthouse is built upon the highest bluff, overlooking the Mississippi River and was completed in 1860, only two months before Mississippi seceded from the Union. When the Union Army started taking pot shots at the building, the Confederates began housing their Union prisoners there, to stop it from being bombed.

Steele Cottage was built in 1829 with a brick cistern (still attached to the house today) that collected rainwater from the roof and provided running water to the house. During the civil war, the local newspaper (The Daily Citizen) editor and publisher lived here and when the Siege of Vicksburg (May – July 1863) happened, the paper literally ran out of paper. He was adamant that a copy would be published every day, so the paper was printed on wallpaper.

As we made our way back to Joey, parked adjacent the Mississippi River, we saw how easily the low lying areas of Vicksburg could flood. In 1927,the Mississippi rose 56.2 feet. A flood in 2011 reached 57.1 feet and in 2018, 55.8. In fact, some of the low lying streets are closed as I type this “for the duration of (a) high water event.” If the water level exceeds 50 feet, more streets are due to close.

To combat the flooding, A cement wall was built in 2012 and a levee wall in 2018 from 20 to 30 feet tall. To beautify the cement structures, murals depicting Vicksburg historical events are painted on them and they’re very well done.

The Miss Mississippi Pageant began in 1934 and has crowned four Miss America’s.

The Sprague was the largest stern wheel towboat ever launched. In April 1927 it rescued almost 20,000 people during the severe floods of that year. It was decommissioned in 1948, saved by the Vicksburg community and used as a floating theatre until 1974 when it burned down.

Vicksburg prepares for the arrival of President William McKinley on May 1, 1901. Famous for its production of quality cotton, an “arch of cotton bales” greeted him on arrival.

Famous musician and song writer Willie Dixon was born in Vicksburg in 1915. Over 50 years he wrote 500 songs and defined what we now call “the blues” and “rock and roll.” His songs have been performed by artists including, Etta James, Elvis Presley, The Rolling Stones and Eric Clapton.

Gold in the Hills is in the Guiness Book of World Records as the worlds longest running melodrama. Written by J. Frank Davis in 1930, it was set in New York had a classic, good versus evil plot, following Nell Stanley, a farm girl who leaves her family in the 1890s for New York where her beau, John Dalton is framed for murder by the villain, Murgatroyd. There are can can dancers, and music and songs from the era. It began its run in Vicksburg on March 28, 1936 on an army corps barge that was altered to resemble a river boat and renamed the Dixie Belle. In 1948 in moved to the Sprague and continued its run after the Sprague burned down. In 2024 it was played by the Vicksburg Theatre Guild in the Parkside Playhouse, taking its record run to 88 years.

There are 32 murals in total and all are wonderfully painted with extensive information boards explaining the event.

Once we left Vicksburg, we headed back to the Parkway and took a 1/2 mile walk through a tupelo and bald cypress tree swamp.

Both varieties survive with wet feet. The bald cypress can live for thousands of years and grow between 100-150 feet tall. Tupelo wood is often used by wood carvers, its fruit the “ogeechee lime” is used in drinks and marmalades and the nectar it produces is vanilla flavoured and prized by chefs.

We’ve learned a lot about America and its history since we’ve been here. Travelling along the Natchez Trace, we’re learning more about the Indian tribes of the region. Many of the early land treaties signed between the local Choctaw tribe and the US Government were eroded away after the 1800s. In 1830, the Treaty of Dancing Rabbit Creek was signed and effectively transferred 10.5 million acres of land to the US Government. Between 1831 and 1834, thousands of Choctaws travelled over 500 miles (800kms) to “Indian Territory” having been promised “ample corn and beef, or pork” for the journey. Instead, they suffered through heavy rain, severe snow-falls and without adequate clothing, shelter and supplies, thousands of people perished during the journey. One Choctaw chief told an Alabama newspaper it was a “trail of tears and death.” Today, this forced displacement is called the Trail of Tears and we followed some of their journey along the Natchez Trace.

The Natchez Trace Parkway is a continuous byway with entry and exit points along the route to adjacent towns. There are no modern conveniences on the Parkway, so if you need fuel, as we did, or shops or accommodation, you take an exit to as nearby town. What should greet us at the fuel stop but something that transported us right back home!

It was late in the day so we decided to find a spot to park Joey for the night and reconvene in the morning. What should we discover while Googling the town, but that it was the birthplace of a very famous American. Of course we had to visit the site!

Any guesses what town we were in?

Kosciusko, Mississippi.

While her birth house is no longer standing, the church that Oprah attended, a few hundred feet down the road was not only still there, but is still active today. It features a very modest sign that merely reads, “Oprah faced first audience here.”

Back on the Parkway, we learned that President Thomas Jefferson developed the Trace to allow wagons to transport supplies for soldiers. During the 1812 war, more than 6,000 soldiers marched along the Parkway and it was one of the first highways built by the US Government.

One of the most important commodities for journeyers along the trace was water, so springs that provided clean drinking water were crucial. After the 1811 earthquake that hit the region, four springs appeared and as word travelled, stands, campsites and even settlements began appearing. This area was known as Redbud Springs, but renamed Kosciusko in 1833 after Thaddeus Kosciusko, a Polish hero of the US revolutionary war.

What was evident along the entirety of the Trace, was its greenness. The trees and shrubs were all varying shades of pale to lime to darker green, and the grass was abundant.

But occasionally, as we walked along the trails, a pop of colour attracted my attention.

These were small flowering ground shrubs that were sparse in some areas but quite prolific along some of the walking trails.

These flowers were hard to spot at first, but then we noticed several full-flowering shrubs that were like marshmallows among the green.

The ability of my phone to take pictures like this, never ceases to amaze me! These blooms were so small and close to the path, you could blink and miss them but my phone captured them beautifully.

As we continued along the Parkway, stopping intermittently to read an information sign or take a walking trail, we noticed a buzzing noise that just kept getting louder. Eventually, it became so loud that we were raising our voices to be heard. At one stop, we started a conversation with another couple from Texas, who said the noise was cicadas. Of course! We told them that we have cicadas in some areas in Australia and they’re quite large and green. After a short time we saw one, smaller than ours and shades of brown, but in their millions throughout this entire region, even as far north as Nashville.

Apparently the weather conditions were ideal for these cicadas, in their millions, to shed their exoskeleton and begin their life cycle again. From here to Nashville and even beyond, we were never far from the humming drone of the cicadas and nor was Joey immune from splatting them as we drove.

Taking another detour off the Parkway, we headed to Tupelo and the birthplace of another very famous American. Any guesses?

Born in this little cabin, somewhat restored, on January 8th 1935, was someone who would leave an indelible mark in the music industry and is as revered now, as he was during his hey day.

Elvis Aaron Presley. Can you remember where you were when the world was shocked to hear he had died?

The small site houses his restored birth home, the Pentecostal church he attended, which was relocated from its location a block away and a small museum.

In fact, they still hold services in the church, which patrons are free to attend.

After our short sojourn in Tupelo, we headed back to the Parkway and continued our journey north towards Nashville.

New Orleans to Baton Rouge the Plantations

We’d already discovered that there are about 70 plantation homes along the Louisiana Scenic route road, and a dozen that offer tours. We chose three that have different histories to Southdown Manor in Houma and learned a lot about the sugar plantations, the mansions, and the people who lived and worked there. Along the route we were very surprised to see how much water lay on either side of the roads. There were many, many, miles of swamps and effectively, unusable land.

Destrehan, the closest to New Orleans, is also the oldest plantation in the Mississippi Valley. We were greeted with a very warm and humid day and by staff and guides in traditional period costume, complete with petticoats and hoops. Wonderful when in the air conditioning of the gift shop. Not so, walking around in the heat and humidity. We were the first to arrive so had time to have a lovely chat with the guides who were very happy to pose for pictures.

The history of Destrehan begins with Jean Baptiste Honore Detrehan Sieur De Peaupre (1716-1765), an obvious Frenchman whose father was a counselor to King Louis XIV. He arrived in Louisiana and in 1745 married Catherine de Gauvry, moved into her family home and together had 7 children. After his death, Jean Baptiste’s youngest two sons moved in with their elder sister and her sugar plantation owners husband, Etienne DeBore. In 1776 Etienne bought them their own plantation with their inheritance and ten years later, the youngest, Jean Noel married Celeste Robin de Longny. Her father contracted Charles Paquet, a mulatto slave (someone with African and European ancestry) and master builder to construct a French Colonial style house which began in 1787. This would be Destrehan.

Charles Paquet

The plan of the house and the contract

After the Louisiana Purchase in 1803, and like many of the plantations, it moved from growing indigo to sugar, becoming the top sugar producing plantation in the region. As one of the wealthiest and influential plantation owners, Jean Noel was appointed to the Orleans Territorial Council, tasked with creating Louisiana’s government. They take great pride in showcasing the original document signed by Jean Noel, President Thomas Jefferson and Secretary of State James Madison (who would become the fourth US president). It’s kept in a dimmed room below the house in a climate controlled, sealed case. No photos allowed!

Sugar production was also much more labour intensive than indigo, requiring double the manpower. Destrehan’s slave population grew from 49 to 100 with the change to sugar and by 1861, managed over 200 slaves. The dwellings they called home were very much different to the opulence of the manor and several slave dwellings have been relocated from the plantation to the grounds.

These divided cabins would have housed two families with two rooms each. One as a kitchen, sitting room and bedroom and the other, a second bedroom. There was one chimney in the centre with a fireplace in each side and timber shutters covered the windows. Bedding was stuffed with the Spanish moss we’d learned about earlier and while this house displayed an original bed, because the inhabitant was capable of making it, most slaves slept on the floors and they were often dirt, not brick as this depicts.

The list on the wall details the name of every man, woman and child slave on the property, in the hope that their contribution to Louisiana’s history is forgotten.

Our guide regaled us with interesting stories about the house and its inhabitants, including a period tea box complete with a block of tea. No tea bags or even loose leaf tea here! It weighed about 1 lb. or 1/2 kilo and you broke a small piece off to steep in boiling water in a tea pot.

We learned about Marguerite, a slave who was purchased with her two children as the plantation cook and laundress and how formal and tedious the cooking and provision of meals was for the family. As is routine for this era manor, the kitchen was a separate building away from the house. Firstly, to stave off any fires destroying the house and secondly, because it was considered extremely gauche to have cooking smells wafting around the manor. Once cooked, the food was carried to the butlers pantry (a room making a resurgence today to keep the mess from cooking hidden away) in the house and kept warm over coals. Meals were traditionally many courses which only the adults eating at the dining table. The children ate in a separate room next to the butlers pantry and were then whisked away by childminding slaves.

It was Marguerite’s job to tend to the whim’s of the family. She was the chief cook and the one who was present at the dining table. She delivered the food, and cleared the table after each course. That required removing every piece of tableware, cutlery, plates, glasses etc. and removing the top tablecloth to reveal a fresh, crisp tablecloth underneath. Then the table was reset for the next course. There were numerous courses, sometimes, as many as 7 so that’s seven times this ritual was performed for every dinner. The meals were often sumptuous displays of the wealth of the household, including “meat, fish and fowl,” breads, cheese, freshly churned butter and cream, fresh vegetables and fruits picked form the kitchen garden. Imagine completing this task for breakfast, lunch and dinner, seven days a week, sometimes for many extra guests, and having to wash all of these extra table cloths and dishes ready for the following day. Not to mention, preparing and cooking the food in the first place. Marguerite, and her children remained slaves during their lives.

Our guide then took us upstairs to a loft room which shows how the house was built and explained details of its building. It measures 60 ft. x 35 ft. and is surrounded by a 12 ft. balustrade gallery. The house was completed in 1790 with a double-pitched roof and using Louisiana Cypress, which, due to its ability to survive and thrive in swampy conditions, makes it incredibly hard wearing and durable and not subject to the wood rot that infects other timbers. It is one reason why so many of these plantation homes remain in such good condition.

Our tour completed, we were free to wander around the grounds, read the information in the slave dwellings about their lives and enjoy the shade of the 200+ year old oak trees.

I couldn’t resist this little fellow, considering he posed so nicely!

Next up, a trip over the mighty Mississippi river to Laura Plantation and the story of a Louisiana Creole family.

This house and the tour are unique because Laura actually lived in the house and wrote her memoirs in her later life, entitled Memories of the Old Plantation Home & A Creole Family Album and written by Laura Locoul Gore in 1936. Of course, we are relying on her memories of events, written many decades after they occurred, but it still gives a different insight into life at this plantation, especially considering its female biases.

We were on the last tour of the day and again, were the only two, so were able to ask numerous questions. I wondered if we received more candid answers than during the Destrehan tour when we were tacked onto a bus group of about 20 people.

The 12,000 acres which comprised the Laura plantation was amassed by Guillaume Dupare by 1804 and the homestead completed in 11 months. It is raised off the ground on brick columns which created a large underground cellar.

Louisiana Cypress made the structure and it was bricked and plastered inside and stuccoed and painted outside. The house was 24,000 square feet and the separate kitchen another 2,500 ft. The house served as a business headquarters and a venue for large and lavish parties and social gatherings.

Four generations of Locoul’s lived at Laura, who was herself born on the plantation in 1861. But much of her life was spent among various other homes in New Orleans’ French Quarter. In fact, she moved away from the plantation in 1891 when she married Charles Gore, living in his home town St Louis, Missouri. It is because of the manuscript she penned, which wasn’t discovered until 1993, well after her death, that the history of the plantation is so detailed.

After Guillaume’s death in 1808, his wife Nanette Prud’homme ran the manor and the plantation and was the first of four generations of women to manage the plantation. Laura’s grandmother Elizabeth, also outlived her husband and ran the plantation for a further 47 years. She left the property to her son Emile (Laura’s father) and her daughter Aimee. She returned to France having no inclination to run the plantation and Emile renamed it after his daughter Laura. Upon her departure in 1892, it was a condition of the sale that the business remain known as the Laura Plantation.

While we visited the “big house” much of the tour revolved around the slaves and their stories, as remembered by Laura in her memoir.

The four remaining slave cabins are original and were build during the 1840s. By the civil war era, the 1860s, there were 185 slaves that lived and worked on the plantation. When the emancipation was signed in 1866, the majority of slaves remained and continued living in these cabins. Some of their descendants still lived in those cabins until 1977.

The first register of slaves was undertaken in 1808 and there are 17 names on the inventory. Some were born slaves in Louisiana but there are also 5 other African nationalities listed. The inventory provides a name, age if known, skill set and cost of purchase. Historians have pieced together the lives of some of these slaves and in conjunction with Laura’s memoir, their stories are recorded.

Betsey was 29 years old, 5′ 2 1/2″ tall and bought for $550 in 1824. She came from St. Dominigue (now Haiti) and she was a washerwoman, cook and seamstress. It’s assumed her work a a domestic was not suitable because in 1826 she was sold on to his mother-in-law, Nanette Dupare for $600 as only “fit for the field.”

Cyrus Denelin was a “good blacksmith.” Consequently, he was the most expensive slave purchased by the plantation. He was purchased in 1840 at the age of 24 for $2,000. After the civil war, Cyrus started his own successful blacksmith shop and Raymond Locoult was a witness to his marriage.

Sam O’Brien, 23 years old, and 5′ 9″ was sold to Nanette Prudhomme Duparc for $825. he spoke English and struggled on the French-speaking plantation. He escaped but was caught and branded with VDR (referring to his owner) after a poster advertising a $10 reward was published in 1824. He then remained on the plantation and was listed on subsequent inventories in 1829, 1852, 1855 and 1860, but without an occupation. Considering his worth was listed as only $300 in 1852 it is assumed he was a field or menial worker. A plantation journal of 1864 records his death of smallpox.

After three tours around very different plantation homes, we were amassing knowledge of life on the plantation for both the owners and the slaves and it was clear how very different their lives were. Although some slaves were able to manumit from slavery, their lives were manifestly different from the privileged few who owned and lived in the “big houses.”

The last antebellum plantation mansion we visited was Nottoway, an imposing Greek revival/Italian style built for John Hampton Randolph (of THE Randolph’s) in 1859. 

Today, it is a resort venue for weddings, and conferences.  It has 2 restaurants and the bedrooms in the house have had modern ensuites added and are used for accommodation.  There are extensive gardens, beautiful trees, a pool, games room, tennis courts and gym, many utilising the existing buildings.

Our tour was of the main plantation manor and again, we were the only visitors.  The land Nottoway sits on had been a tobacco plantation from 1718 operating with 17 slaves.  John Hampton Randolph arrived in Mississippi in 1820 with his family because his father was appointed as a federal judge by President Monroe.  He married Emily Jane Liddell in 1837 and together they had 11 children.  John realised how lucrative sugar had become, so to increase his wealth, in 1842 he moved his family to Louisiana, bought 1,650 acres of land that would become Nottoway and where cotton had replaced tobacco, replanted sugar cane.  He built a sugar mill in 1844 and tripled his income.  By 1854 he had acquired 7,116 acres of land and managed 176 slaves.  In 1855 he added to his holding with an additional 400 acres of Mississippi river frontage and had the house built, naming it Nottoway after the county in Virginia where he was born.

Similarly to the other manors we’d visited, cypress logs were used extensively throughout the house.  After felling we learned they were cured in the river for 6 years and then dried.  The bricks used were hand made by slaves on the property and 40 carpenters, masons and plumbers were hired.  The house was completed in 1859.  By 1860 they had also built 42 slave cabins, a bathhouse, hospital, schoolhouse, greenhouse, stable and added a steam-powered sugar mill and meeting house which was also used as a creche to mind slaves’ children while they worked.

When the American Civil War began, John’s 3 eldest sons left to fight for the Confederates and as the fighting neared Nottoway, he moved 200 slaves to Texas to grow cotton while his wife and the youngest children remained behind in the hope that this might save it from being ravaged during the war.  His plan worked, because although some of the grounds and buildings were damaged, the manor was spared.  The only damage Nottoway received was a canon ball shot that became embedded in a front pillar and remained there until 1971 when it fell out.

When the war concluded, he returned to Nottoway with most of his slaves who had few other choices for work but by 1875, with sugar cane losing value, he reduced his land holding to 800 acres.  He died at the property in 1883 and his wife Emily, sold the plantation in 1889, dividing the $50,000 received between her 9 remaining children.  She died in Baton Rouge in 1904.  The property then changed hands several times, until the most recent inhabitants, Stanford and Odessa Owen.  They resided in Nottoway from 1949 until he died in 1974.  In 1980 it was listed on the National Register of Historic Places but unable to maintain the extensive house and grounds, Odessa sold the plantation to Arlin Dease with the stipulation that she be able to reside in the house until her death.  When she died in 2003, Dease restored Nottoway then sold it to Australian health care billionaire Paul Ramsay in 1985 for $4.5 million.  It was Ramsay who spent in excess of $15 million converting it into property to the resort destination we see today.

The interior was incredibly opulent with period antique furniture and fittings.  Even the guest bedrooms had the traditional 4 poster beds.

At the conclusion of the hour-long tour, we were able to wander around the grounds at our leisure, and we didn’t see another sole.

Continuing along our roads less travelled, we followed the Mississippi river, arriving at Donaldsonville (there are a lot of towns whose names end in “ville”). Where we had an interesting walk around the town.  We learned that they were Confederates during the war and like many of the small towns we’ve visited, they are proud of their history and their town.

The church was quite beautiful. Founded in 1772, on orders by King Charles III of Spain, the first stones were laid in 1876 but it wasn’t completed for 20 years.

We wandered around the crypts and tombs in the cemetery noting that they, too were all above ground.

We had parked a distance from the main town and walked through the suburbs, new and old to reach the town centre. On the way back I couldn’t resist taking snaps of this interesting domicile.

We guessed this was their security device.

We had one last stop on our journey through Louisiana. Baton Rouge and the state capital building.

As we drove in, we passed one of the 29 locks of the upper Mississippi River, the Port Allen lock. It is the largest free-floating lock of its kind and also one of the busiest.

We drove over the Huey P. Long bridge, opened in 1935 to commemorate the Governor, who was also assassinated in the same year.

We headed for the CBD and the State Capitol Building which is situated among beautiful parklands adjacent the Mississippi River.  They also have the most adorable squirrels and this one posed every so nicely for his photo.

They also have, as we’ve discovered at each of the State Capital buildings we’ve visited, a replica Liberty bell.

The capital building is 137 meters tall with 34 stories. Two separate lifts whisk visitors up 27 floors to an observation deck with 360-degree views of the city.

We were also able to wander around and enjoy the grandeur of the halls of power, so to speak.

Including the Senate chamber that was in session but had broken for lunch.

Our last stop in Louisiana was the historic town of Natchez. Settled by the French in 1716 it is the oldest non-native settled region on the Mississippi River and where we picked up the Natchez Trace Parkway, all the way to Nashville, Tennessee.

Antebellum Louisiana and New Orleans

We arrived at Lake Fausse Pointe State Park late afternoon and were told by the park ranger to choose any spot to park for the night. I know I’m overusing the word, but this was another surprising place. We didn’t expect every RV spot to be on a raised asphalt slab surrounded by 6 inches or more of water. The road was also raised above the water which spread out through the trees like a swamp. We weren’t inclined to venture outside because there were certainly mosquitos and other biting bugs.

The following morning was eerily foggy, warm and building up to be humid but we dressed to repel the bities, coated ourselves with a layer of Rid and headed off to do some of the hikes.

As the name suggests, the park encompasses a lake with numerous waterways. We found out later from the ranger that they’d had quite a bit of rain recently and that the park wasn’t usually surrounded by so much water at this time of year. It was “unseasonal” to repeat that word again! Consequently, most of the hiking trails were wetter than we were prepared to hike on. Not to be deterred, we walked the length of the park on the road, discovered a boardwalk that wasn’t underwater and realised that it was actually quite a large park.

It’s on 6,000 acres of Atchafalaya Basin and advertises that “fishing, boating and canoeing abound.” There were more than 45 RV sites, a number of large grassy areas for tents, and also backcountry tent sites, three glamping tents on the edge of the lake and 20 or more large log cabins set over the lake with ramps from the car parks. Add to that a playground and water play park and we could see the attraction for families. But not when it was this wet, or during summer when it gets to 115 F ( 46 C) and 95 % humidity.

Before long we saw a Danger Alligators sign and if we’d been in Australia and that said saltwater crocodiles, we would have stayed well clear of any water. However, the locals call the alligators “swamp puppies” which we believe is code for “not aggressive.” So we started keeping our eyes open.

If you forgot how humid it already was at 7.30am and how many tiny bugs were flying around us but getting deterred by our generous coating of Rid, it was actually a very beautiful place.

Eventually, we found the Lake and it was certainly much bigger than we imagined. Occasionally, there were birds chirping but mostly it was just eerily quiet. And then we spied our first alligator, just gliding along with a nose out of the water. Before long we’d seen another couple at a distance. I do love seeing critters in their natural habitat, even alligators.

Once we knew what to look for, we realised there were actually quite a few in the water, so as per usual, I took about 50 photos and a number of videos!

Then, on the return past the cabins we spied this magnificent specimen, drying out on one of the docks by the cabins. In fact, right next to the canoe shed! They might call them swamp puppies but I’m not getting in any kind of boat, much less swimming in any waterway where something this size is lurking.

However, I was emboldened by the swamp puppy tag to climb up into the canoe shed and onto the top beam to get a closer, but safer viewpoint.

Number 26 your canoe is ready.

He certainly wasn’t underfed

I know he looks fake , but I can assure you he was real! And he wasn’t sleeping either, as we found out when Peter started climbing up to my vantage point. He got back in the water at a great rate of knots!

Once he splashed back into the water, we saw another two swimming towards the dock and just hovering in the water by the cabins. We wondered if they got fish from people, even though signs say don’t feed the wildlife. Our suspicions were confirmed by the ranger who said they often have to speak to people who throw fish offcuts into the water by the cabins.

As difficult as it was to drag ourselves away, the humidity was ramping up so a shower and A/C was very appealing.

When we chose this road less travelled, we didn’t imagine it would be a single lane, gravel track between the lake on our right and a levee bank on our left. We’d come out of the park and turned right like the GPS said but after several miles of driving, the road hadn’t changed. Returning the way we’d come meant driving 17 miles back to the previous town which we were disinclined to do. And to be honest, this dirt track was smoother than a lot of the main highways we’ve driven on, so we continued.

As you can see, Lake Fausse Pointe was quite expansive.

We encountered a slight hiccup about 10 miles down the track when we came to an incredibly old and narrow, single lane bridge with road workers doing levee bank work. Initially, we thought Joey was too wide to cross the bridge, notwithstanding the rough track that was dug up from the large machinery. We would have struggled to turn around too, so I got out and walked backwards across the bridge, checking each side as Peter drove ever so slowly across. Luckily it was only a short span and we made it over with a few inches on each side spare, collectively heaving a sigh of relief.

Soon after, we reached the bitumen and arrived in Franklin and a region of Louisiana resplendent with antebellum to circa 1900s houses and fascinating history.

Sugar and steam boating created inordinate wealth for some of the Englishmen who came to this region after the Louisiana purchase of 1803. Many held prominent government and civic appointments and transacted public slave auctions on the lawns of the former court house. In May 1863, this was also the site of one of the bloodiest civil war battles where more than 300 Union soldiers lost their lives and the Confederate gunboat Diana was sunk.

Many of the towns we’ve visited in Louisiana have a rich history of opulence and status juxtaposed with squalor and suffering. A clear divide between the wealthy and the poor is blatantly evident. But every story is important for future generations to understand and acknowledge. Consequently, we’ve spent many hours walking around town streets, reading historical plaques about the towns and their peoples.

Today, Franklin is still a major port for passenger river boats like this one and transporting goods via barges. it also contains a number of heritage registered, antebellum mansions like these, still privately owned and lived in today.

We learned also that white houses were owned by Americans and coloured houses were favoured by Creoles and Cajuns.

Others have been gifted or bequeathed to the State of Louisiana and offer tours of the homes and grounds with guides who impart the history of the land and houses and the people who lived in them and worked around them.

We planned to tour several distinctly different antebellum plantation homes, along the 70 mile long Great Mississippi River Road between New Orleans and Baton Rouge. During it’s hey day there were close to 350 antebellum plantation houses from small farms to magnificent mansions and there are 12 plantation mansions that give tours. However, the first one we chose was Southdown Manor in Houma, on the way to New Orleans.

We’ve driven through many small towns so far and notice that almost all of them have pride in their towns. Even though shops are empty and boarded up and some of the houses are run down and clearly needing work, their streets are clean and very many have brightened their outlooks with murals or artwork. Houma was no different.

We walked around the town before Southdown Manor opened and learned more about the Great Arcadian Upheaval. In 1755 10,000 people were transported to the American colonies, England and France from their homes in the French L’Arcadie, later renamed Nova Scotia by the English who also seized their land, homes and possessions. Many settled in this region of Louisiana and their culture and history remains strong.

As we walked back to Southdown Manor, (named after a breed of sheep that were also farmed here) the colour really struck us. It’s so pink! It was the first question I had for our guide. We were the only ones on the tour, so there was ample opportunity to ask questions and our guide took her time showing us around.

Here are some of the interesting facts we learned:

Southdown Sugar Plantation was founded by William John Minor in 1828, whose father was the last Governor of Louisiana Territory under Spanish rule. The Manor was built in 1858. During this period he also built a sugar mill, had a brick making furnace and barrel making factory to store and ship the sugar.

86 sugar mills operated in the Houma region at the height of the sugar growing era. Imagine how many slaves must have worked in the plantation fields to grow and cut enough sugar cane!

Southdown’s walls are 12 inches thick and the ceilings 12 – 14 feet high. The house was single story until 1893 when the second story was built by William’s son Henry after his death.

The stained glass windows were designed by the Minors and made and installed by Tiffany Glass.

By 1853, 233 slaves lived in small, 2 roomed cottages and worked the sugar cane. Our guide said they preferred to call them “workers” and also allowed them to have small plots of land to grow vegetables to supplement their food and “sell” in the Minor farm shop.

4 generations of Minors managed Southdown and its plantations, revolutionising the sugar cane industry and successfully rejuvenating it after a disease decimated the sugar cane during the 1920s.

Several of the rooms were dedicated to the history of the Houmas area rather than the history of the plantation house. We were fascinated in their strong ties with Mardi Gras and the importance to Houmas of the holiday and parades.

So, why was it painted pink? Because the bricks were made and fired on the property by slaves. When fired, the clay became red so after it was built he painted it white in the American tradition. It wasn’t long before the red began to seep through and no matter how many coats it had, the red continued to seep until eventually he painted it pink.

Our next stop was New Orleans.

Call me macabre, but I like to visit old cemeteries. During our last visit in 2008 we missed going through one of their very famous, above ground cemeteries so it was top of the list this visit. In 2015 they closed their major cemeteries to tourists “due to vandalism” and now allow only guided tour visits. However, at $25 a person (there were over 20 people on our tour) and with tours from 9am – 4pm every 15 minutes, they’re also making quite a few pennies from the tours! We toured St. Louis Cemetery No 1.

Our guide was very interesting. He spoke at a million miles an hour and gave us some fascinating history about the cemetery and its inhabitants. This is the oldest cemetery in New Orleans you can visit of the 44 they have and they’re are all above ground. Apparently the water table caused any buried underground to be washed into the Mississippi River, which wasn’t ideal. He also advised us against visiting in summer, when the temperature regularly reaches 110 outside the tombs and to quote “as hot as a pizza oven inside!”

This cemetery opened in 1789, replacing the existing underground cemetery, now under the cobbled streets of the French Quarter.

There are still burials here also, as many of the crypts can be reopened to inter new people. Some of the fascinating information we were told was that Nicholas Cage built a 9 foot high white pyramid crypt and according to the guide, has no intention of being interred there, but built it as a tax write off. It has a steel frame inside and has been twice struck by lightning.

One of the most popular tombs is that of Marie Laveau who was a free woman of colour and called “the Voodoo Queen.” When she died in 1881, people were convinced she had mystical powers and believed she was immortal. Many believed they had seen her walking the streets, after her death, however it was actually her daughter, who greatly resembled her and even pretended to be her mother. Her tomb was one cited by our guide being responsible for closing the cemetery. Apparently, even in this day and age, people left offerings of flowers and beads at the tomb and also scratched X’s into the stone.

Another resident is Bernard de Marigny. He was responsible for keeping the French language alive after the Louisiana purchase by America in 1803 and helped to draft the first state constitution, after 1812. A suburb of brightly coloured houses near the French Quarter are also a legacy attributed to only selling the subdivisions of his plantation land to the French Creoles, not the Americans.

We also learned that many people can be buried in one tomb.

How do they all fit you ask?

They have a cavern underneath the tomb accessible by a hollow at the rear. Apparently, there’s a custom that one year and one day must pass between burials. If another burial is required before this time, they are interred in the wall nearby for safekeeping until the time has elapsed, then reinterred in their family tomb. Because of the heat and humidity in New Orleans, after this time everything has disintegrated into dust so when the next family member is ready, so to speak, the crypt is unsealed, a long rod is used to push the remains to the back and they fall down to the cellar. Plenty of space for the next inhabitant.

Apparently, a tomb big enough for two people will set you back about $US50,000. Some of the more elaborate and larger tombs could cost upwards of $US500,000! This is why many of the tombs are sponsored by groups, eg: The New Orleans Musicians Tomb.

Our guide regaled us with so many fascinating facts and spoke so quickly it was hard to keep up but one anecdote that stuck with me was where the saying ‘saved by the bell’ originated. Allegedly, during Yellow Fever epidemics (in 1853, more than 9,000 New Orleans inhabitants perished and in 1878 a further 4,500), if someone caught the disease they were immediately removed and buried because they believed that it was highly contagious. There was no doctor visit or autopsy, a mirror was held to their mouth and if it didn’t fog up, they were deemed deceased and immediately interred. In some cases, when the crypt was opened later, there was evidence that the person was in fact, not dead! To remedy this, a bell was placed outside the crypt and a string tied to their fingers and toes. A person walked around the tombs daily and if they heard a bell, they unsealed the crypt; they were very literally, ‘saved by the bell.’

by the time our 45 minute tour was concluding, it was warming up and becoming quite humid so we were glad we’d done the first tour of the day. Our walk into the French Quarter took us past some of the more iconic, tourist places in New Orleans, like Bourbon Street.

We didn’t venture down the street because the street cleaners were still hosing it down. Literally hosing the sidewalk! Apparently this is done every morning to clean up from the night before.

It’s very much a city that embraces its jazz roots. There are musicians or jazz bands with singers in many of the outdoor cafes and musical themes are everywhere.

We also stopped to listen to this university band that arrived by coach and spent 1/2 hour setting up in the heat, wearing black. They were very good!

The iconic horse and carriages were lined up ready for passengers but there weren’t many takers.

We wandered through the market and were reminded how popular the strings of coloured beads are. There were numerous strands on the streets, draped over things and hundreds for sale in ever gift shop.

Alligator heads in various sizes and mardi gras masks were also available everywhere.

We went into two hand made chocolate shops that made pralines, a traditional French candy, while you watched. We couldn’t resist trying a couple of chocolates.

Peter spied a rather large chocolate concoction on a stick called a Petey Popper, so of course he had to try one! It was marshmallow, covered in caramel, covered in rice crisps, covered in chocolate. Needless to say it didn’t last long!

We had fun taking pictures with some of the statues.

I donned a silly hat that made me look like a Gum Nut from May Gibbs books. For those that aren’t familiar, she wrote and illustrated iconic children’s books in Australia pre the 1920s.

We took in many of the iconic sights

Statue to Joan of Arc.

The owner of the RV camp we stayed in drew up an historical tour of one of the more traditional Creole streets in New Orleans so we spent our afternoon walking along the beautiful tree lined Esplanade Avenue, an important travelling route in the 19th century and according to the tour information, was a “millionaires row” for the Louisiana Creole community.

Some of the homes, which are mostly privately owned, were as majestic as the plantation mansions. Like these, built circa 1861

Some are smaller and quaint but display the vibrant Creole colours.

We also took a short walk around St. Louis Cemetery No. 3.

Many of the tombs had a plaque in front like the one above, which said perpetual care. This means that the owners of the tomb have paid quite a princely sum to have the tomb cared for eternally. The cemetery is then responsible for keeping it maintained.

By now we’d spent a very full day experiencing the Jazz centre of Louisiana and were ready to catch the bus back to Joey. New Orleans certainly is a fascinating city with a very unique history, but we were ready to move on and visit some of the plantation homes on our route north.