I grew up on a farm. We raised tobacco and beef and other things to make ends meet and most of the farms around did the same. As a child of the 50's I was taught to work hard , obey your parents and respect my elders. So when at age 12 when I was visiting some neighbors and ,they went to take some tobacco down to strip, I went along to help. Things went pear-shaped when these guys introduced me to a different way of doing the job. Instead of dropping the sticks of tobacco to the ground and then picking them up ,they wanted me to catch the sticks before they hit the ground. And I did for a while and the in a moment of bad timing I looked up just in time to see some sticks just before they hit me in the mouth. The force knocked both my front teeth back and I fell to the ground. That began a long series of painful dental visits the resulted in the eventual loss of one tooth and the installation of a bridge that was in for 35 years til it wasn't. In the 21st century the American dentist expect you to make boat or Porshe payments for them, so off I rode to Mexico. After visiting an oral surgen for a consultation and to check prices I was told to expect $1800.00 per implant with additional charges for extraction and for the teeth to go on the implants. I said thank you for helping with my decision , I'm off to Nuevo Progreso. I serviced and loaded my '92 KLR and headed South-West. This is the first pic I took and I'm already 500 miles from home, Kentucky to this spot in the Holley Springs National Forrest in Mississippi. I stopped to spray the chain with W-D using my home made "Quick- Stick". I saw the official version for sale in an Aerostitch catalog priced at $50 , and made my own out of scrap for a little time and $0. As I was in a "get -there " mode , I didn't stop for many pics on the the way but I did a U-turn when I passed this. It just caught my eye. I had a lunch of gumbo and shrimp salad in Vicksburg then jammed across the Mississippi river to Monroe, Louisiana on I-20. I really prefer not to be on the interstate but this looked like the best way at the time. It was dark by the time I reached Monroe and I gassed up and went south on 165 with Lake Charles as my goal. I reached it at 12:30 P.M. and got a room. This was my longest day yet on the KLR, 687 miles. The next morning I headed to the gulf hoping to find breakfast in Cameron 40 miles away. I only found one eatery in Cameron and they weren't open. On the way out of town I saw an abandoned machine shop. Anyone see a bussiness opportunity? Hurricaine debris. First ferry ride of this trip. $1 to cross Sabine Pass. I rode on alot of roads that had been milled but never saw any blacktop being laid. Milled roads make for a squirrley ride. I finally got some food in Winnie, Texas and this was outside when I left. On the way south through the Bolivar Peninsula and lined up for the Galveston Ferry. Ferry ride #2. As these folks were feeding the gulls I kept flashing on the Hitchcock movie "The Birds". South of Galveston I connected a series of farm roads to get to Highway 77. Here I'm taking a "Dew" break. Ah, spring. I pulled over to check this historical marker. I rode on through the night and checked into this $35 ,no credit cards please motel in Harlingen. The rooms were built in duplexes with a porch on the front and a guard duck on the roof. Distance covered to here, 1499 miles. Mexican dentistry tomorrow.