[Wyoming53]

A few years ago I was traveling from Dallas to Tampa. Now normally, you would go over to Shreveport and cut down 49. Or you can go over into Tennesee and cut down Hwy 49 there. I had traveled down the 49 from Shreveport many times and decided I wanted to do something different. So I went on across. About 5 miles before I got to the Mississippi, a barge had broken loose and struck the bridge. It was 18 inches off center. So they closed the crossing. I just hooked a right on the nearest highway and headed South. Figured sooner or later I'd hit I-10. Well, I got down South a ways and had to cross the river. I got into Mississippi. It turned to gravel. There was a guy in bib overalls working on some fence so I stopped and walked over to encounter how to get to the nearest highway. I explained what happened.

He said, "Yall go down this road for a piece and when you get to Ron's house, yall turn left. Then go that way for a piece and the road will divide, take the beaten trail. And he went back to fixin fence. I figured, ok, I'll figure out something different.

I got back in my pickup and headed down that road. Sure enough, I come up to a house and under the mail box was a sign. Said, "Rons House". I turned left. About 5 miles the road divided and sure enough, it was plain which was the most used side. About another 2 miles and I was back on pavement headed for Florida.