On one of our drives Becky shot this one as we followed a truck along the highway. She grew up in North Carolina where tobacco was king so never remembered seeing so much cotton packed into a truck!!!
Further out in the country we stumbled across another symbol of farming country - this old structure. We could not decide what kind of business it had housed but had to assume the upper floor had been either a restaurant or offices. Quite a majestic old building.
Did not take any photos but not too far from here we stopped at a pecan grove where an older man and his wife still sold pecans as a supplement to their income. Very small operation with a small nut cracker and drying rack with the cracked pecans put in paper sacks and sold by the pound (generous weight given). It was our first time to buy pecans already cracked - I could get used to that convenience!
Meanwhile, back at the refuge - this is the nationally used symbol for the National Wildlife Refuge system.
Plentiful wildlife is, of course a given here and being on a lake, waterfowl was our most common. I did not manage to get that really great shot but enough to remind us of our stay. If it was easy, what sense of accomplishment could you get out of it?
As I am sure you can tell, I never tired of the look of the cypress trees reflected on the water.
The refuge had two cemetaries located on national land. Both were black cemetaries and I suspect dated from the time the land was a plantation and used for the slaves. This one - Bufferin - had a couple of head stones with the emblem you see here. It reads Supreme Royal Circle of Friends of the World. A bit of research on this organization provided an interesting story that originated in Arkansas. After I posted the info on Facebook, an acquaintance from my college days relayed that he remembered one of their buildings in Little Rock. Small world indeed.
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