The road less traveled by

Four hundred and fourteen miles. Three states. Breakfast (ok, coffee) in Memphis, dinner in Bay St. Louis.

There’s roads and there’s roads
And they call, can’t you hear it?
Roads of the earth
And roads of the spirit
The best roads of all
Are the ones that aren’t certain
One of those is where you’ll find me
Till they drop the big curtain
— Bruce Cockburn