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Not a Soul in Sight In Tidewater Virginia, I traveled the Colonial Parkway. I passed near the Blue Ridge Parkway a couple of times while traveling through the mountains of western North Carolina. I spent a great afternoon traveling from Florence, Alabama, to Nashville, Tennessee, on the Natchez Trace Parkway. Now taking a slight detour into Natchez, I picked the Trace back up again. It was just as remote in Mississippi as I remembered it being in Tennessee. Not a soul in sight, and after ten miles of traveling, I hadn’t seen a car coming or going. While the cell phone companies have done a good job of providing cellular phone coverage for the most of the country, they missed an area between Port Gibson and Natchez. With no traffic, the tendency is to speed. But if you can resist the temptation, cruising the Parkway around fifty miles per hour is quite relaxing. If you pull over and turn off your engine, there are no sounds. I stood outside my car reflecting on the quiet as three dogs trotted down the road. I was first concerned for their safety. But as I watched them move along, I realized they were wild—much like the road they were traveling. 250 ...

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