Leg 3 to 3.5: New Orleans to Biloxi

Another early morning start for your protagonists meant another 6:20am trip to Starbucks. This officially marked the unofficial halfway point of our trip. New Orleans would be the farthest south we would, or could travel. From here, it was east to Biloxi, and north to Birmingham. From there, well, that has yet to be decided.



We dodged early morning traffic as we waved our final goodbye to New Orleans. A cloud of haze hung over the horizon, yet off in the distance, we could see a faint outline of the remaining patch of land before the Gulf of Mexico. We followed the signs for I-10 east en route to Biloxi, but curiosity got the best of us and we stopped at what we like to believe was a NASA Secret Underground Nuclear Missile Facility. This unassuming rest stop gave us the chance to examine a large map and revealed a scenic route that ran along the southern coast of Mississippi. Having seen our share of tree-lined interstate, we decided a departure from the norm was not only nice - it was mandatory.



Needless to say, we were not disappointed. After passing through a small town, we found ourselves cruising along a calm stretch of highway, flanked on our left by gorgeous, sprawling Southern estates, and on our right by an infinite blue canvas stretching clear out to the horizon. At the first chance, we stopped on the side of the road, kicked off our loafers, and ran across the white-sand beaches until our toes barely touched the cool Gulf of Mexico water. Since it was so flat, Marc was able to walk almost 100 yds. into the water without getting so much as his ankles wet.





We continued on this road for some time until reaching Biloxi, a sunny town filled with casinos, resorts, and tiny restaurants. We were in desperate need of sustenance, so we hightailed it to Snapper’s Seafood Restaurant. The restaurant was full of nothing but two road trippers and two servers, so breakfast took all of six minutes to arrive. We each ordered breakfast platters, and they were delivered piping hot. I enjoyed creamy, buttery grits with my eggs and sausage, while Marc had the same, minus the grits and plus hash browns. We scarfed down our meals while gazing out over the empty beach.



In speaking with our server, Trevor, we learned that he was actually from Birmingham, and was kind enough to share several hot spots for us to visit. One of these spots included “the spot where I met my second ex-wife.” Tell me how one can have a bad time with a build up like that. We threw down a pittance for how much we ate, and departed for Alabama.

If you don't see me for a while, it means I moved to Biloxi,

CPS