Gators, Rednecks and Pirates

We spent a few nights in a state park in Ocean Springs, just outside Biloxi.

Biloxi’s waterfront has miles of pure white sand beach. You can park right on the side of the road. I had never thought of Biloxi as a beach town.

The main drag along the gulf is populated with dozens of casinos. We had heard that many of them have free or nearly free RV parking. We checked out a few with the car. Some RV lots were right by  the water but had no power, water, etc.  We have talked to some RV’ers who use casinos often for overnighting. I'm not sure if staying at a casino would actually save any money. For me it would however, having tried my luck (or lack of it) a few times. Gambling for me is like tearing up $20 bills and that’s not entertainment.

The waterfront at the state park, only a few miles away from the beach, looked more like this. The wildlife was ever present. I don’t know how long this guy was but he was neither young nor skinny and there were several more just like him.

I’ve heard it said “ If you have ever been involved in a custody battle over a dog……..you just might be a redneck”. Now who wouldn't fight to be the proud owner of this cute little puppy.

You might also be a Redneck if you are a frequent customer of this place.

We finally found someone selling Crawfish at a market in Ocean Springs. Not that there weren't numerous places along the highways offering them. The problem is, with the Unit travelling at highway speed, a quick U-turn to go back and get some is rarely an option .

Two pounds made a nice meal, but it took about an hour to eat them. They remind me of lobster but they are a lot more work. 

The next stop, Greenville AL. Not much going on here usually, but we happened to hit the very weekend they have their annual Medieval Festival. Participants travel from all over to dress up in period costumes and party for a few days. There was everything from jousting to axe throwing to demonstrations with birds of prey. You could get venison or rabbit, cooked in a cauldron over a fire. We passed on that, opting for a hot dog instead. There were stalls selling all kinds of paraphernalia. Things like pirate boots, swords, tin shields, clothing and so on. It seems that for some this is not just a hobby, it’s a business. And they take it very seriously. Many times as we strolled around the venue people would wish us “Good Morrow”, and the “art’s”  and “thou’s” were also abundant.

Here is a bit of the Grand Parade. The world of fantasy is alive and well.

So, we’re slowly working our way east before we turn north.

Actually, we’re waiting for the wind and the snow to stop at home.