One of my chief goals in Vicksburg was to visit the Vicksburg National Military Park. We wound up spending both Monday and Tuesday mornings at the park, taking a self-guided car tour. I was a little disappointed with the lack of interpretive material at the park, but when I though about it, it is not as though there were a lot of battles there. In fact, the battle of Vicksburg was basically a textbook application of siege tactics. What can one say about a siege other than both sides waited, and one side got hungrier and hungrier.
The town of Vicksburg was important to the Union army because it was essentially the last
point at which the Confederacy prevented complete Union freedom on the Mississippi River.
Most of the park is now a road that drives along the Union lines and then the Confederate
lines.
In many places, there are guns in the emplacements as they were during the war.
Unfortunately, there are also pretty heavy woods between the two lines. According to one
plaque that we saw along the way, these woods were planted by the CCC in the 1930’s to
prevent erosion damage. With the advent of some new erosion prevention technologies, the
National Park Service is restoring the vegetation to be similar to what was there during the
war.
The terrain was much hillier and more steeply ravined than I had expected. The fact that
the Union ever tried to storm the defenses at all amazes me. I have a hard time imagining
going up some of those hills on a nice spring morning, to say nothing of doing it on a hot
summer day with hostile troops firing at me. They were a tougher breed than I.
As a somewhat related issue, this time that we are spending in the deep south is allowing me
to address some of my prejudices. Having never been in this area before, I think that my
image of the southerners has been locked into what I saw on news broadcasts 45 years ago.
(We did see the North Little Rock High School, and it certainly looked like the news
images.) I need to keep reminding myself that stereotyping of any group of people is an act
of prejudice. Each person needs to be treated as the individual that he or she is. For the
most part, the people we have encountered here are very friendly, even to us northerners.
They are also generally hard working and accepting people. From what I have seen, a liberal
Democrat would have a seemingly impossible task getting elected, but then Clinton was
Governor of Arkansas. Mostly, however, my view of the people has to change to be that of
individuals rather than of classes.
(As an aside, we did see a news item on TV in Hot Springs, AR that was interesting. I don’t
remember what the point of the item was, but it highlighted some archive footage from a
few years ago of a man who had the appearance and actions of what I would call a
stereotypical “Hillbilly.” He was tall and skinny, wore overalls and a tattered felt hat, was
70 some years old, missing most of his teeth, and carried a shotgun over one arm and some
small game traps in the other. He had 19 children – at the time, aged infant to 40 – by two
wives, and one of the children that was referenced by name was “Snowdrop.” Yet at the end
of the news item I was left with the feeling that he was just acting the part. For one thing,
of the 19 children, 11 of them had college degrees – although nothing was said about it, I
suspect that the other 8 were still too young. That doesn’t fit the stereotype at all.)
As we left Vicksburg, we headed into Alabama. On Tuesday evening, we stopped at the first
camping area we got to after crossing the state line. We didn’t want to get any closer to
Mobile and the Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras celebration that was going on than we could help.
On Wednesday morning, when we finally did drive into town, we were glad that we hadn’t
tried Tuesday. In addition to the fact that the streets that we took through Mobile had all
been blocked off for their parades, we could see by the large amount of litter left that
there had been some big crowds. In any event, we went through Mobile and on to Gulf
Shores. After securing a campsite, we went to Gulf State Park and did a volkswalk. The
park was pretty, and the route entailed walking around the Shelby Lake.
Unfortunately, for
After the walk we had some lunch in a parking lot by the public fishing pier. One of the
things that we didn’t like about the Gulf Shores portion of Alabama was that they tried to
charge us for everything we wanted to do. We had figured on eating lunch at a picnic area
within the State Park, but they wanted $2 just to drive in. At the public fishing pier, it
costs $5 to fish and $1.25 just to watch. Out of principle, we tend to avoid going to places
that charge like that.
With lunch completed and the mundane task of catching up with the laundry done, we went
to meet a Betty, a friend of Linda through her Aunt Doris. Betty has had a stroke, and is
being cared for by David, Angel, and Cody – a family that just happened to live near her
when she needed help. Now she is a surrogate grandmother to Cody. (I tried to get a
picture of them, but I am not being successful with flash pictures from my camera.) They
took us to dinner at Lambert’s Café in Gulf Shores – a very unusual restaurant. Two of their
features are there excellent dinner rolls and there “pass-arounds.” Even though the dinner
rolls are good, the thing that makes them unique is the delivery system. The server stands
in one part of the restaurant and if you want a roll you hold your hand up. The server then
throws it to you. Unique and a lot of fun. The “pass-arounds” are just a bunch of side
dishes that they continually bring around the restaurant and serve on request, regardless of
what you have ordered. When we were there they included fried okra, fried potatoes, and
apple butter and sorghum molasses for the rolls. It was a gimmicky restaurant, but a lot of
fun to go to.
In addition, while we were waiting to cross, we struck up a conversation with a couple from
Sequim, WA.
The primary reason for stopping in Biloxi was to do a volkswalk. Since there are only three
Year Round Events in Mississippi, and they are all on the Gulf coast, we wanted to get one of
them in so we could claim Mississippi in our list of states. The walk itself was very nice.
About half of it was right along the coastline, across the street from the beach. We could
still see some effects of
Mostly what we gleaned was that Biloxi is a pretty town with miles of beautiful beaches. It
appears to survive mostly on tourism, but instead of emphasizing the beaches, for the last
ten years they have emphasized the casinos. The gambling laws are such that they can have
casinos, but not on land – they all have to be on barges. In general, by looking at them, you
can’t tell they aren’t on the beach, but they do use up some of the beaches. It seems to me
that they would have been better off to build them inland and save the beaches for other
uses. (Keep in mind that there are still miles and miles of nice beaches, so it hasn’t been
totally destroyed.)
Although the river has changed course some now, during the Civil War, the guns at Fort Hill
on the bluff at Vicksburg commanded a long stretch of the river through a tight horseshoe
bend. Unless the Union could capture that fort, they could not safely move supplies up and
down the river. Unfortunately for the Union Army, Vicksburg is situated in a very good
defensive position, and when U. S. Grant tried a couple of direct attacks, the Union army
was readily repulsed. At that point, Grant switched to a siege strategy, and after 6 weeks,
on July 4, 1863, the Confederates under General Pemberton surrendered.
(The tallest
monument in the park was obelisk for some of the Louisiana troops. Unfortunately, on
Memorial Day of last year, a bolt of lightning struck it, and it is currently on the ground
awaiting a restoration process.)
Gulf Shores, AL
Mobile, AL
Instead of driving back to Mobile the same way that we got there, we drove out to Fort
Morgan, on the very end of the peninsula that hold Gulf Shores. From there we took a little
red ferry boat to Dauphin Island, then a long bridge back up to Mobile. The ferry wasn’t
exactly as sophisticated as those in the Washington State Ferry system, but it was a very
nice ride.
The fauna, from the
little newt (that, because of his color, I thought was bronze but Linda pointed out that he
was real) to the egret fishing in the estuary the fauna was also fascinating.
When we left there, Linda wanted to find an ante-bellum house to tour. We had a name of
the Oakliegh Mansion from the AAA guide, but we had no idea how to find it (and we are
kind of avoiding having good maps in that that takes the sport out of everything). Somehow
we did find it, and there was a very interesting tour provided. Although the original owner,
Mr. Roper, I believe was his name, went bankrupt in the panic and depression of 1837 the
house was still a Creole style house, in which the main floor was built up off the ground.
Originally, the bottom floor would have been open, but succeeding owners filled in with
additional rooms. In any event, it was very interesting, and filled with period antiques.
Biloxi, MS
The next stop on our journey was on Friday, March 10 at Biloxi, Mississippi. At Biloxi, for
the first time, we were greeted by the southern humidity. Up ‘til now, most nights have
cooled off pretty good, and the days, although more humid than the Northwest summers,
haven’t been too muggy. On Thursday, the humidity was such that it didn’t cool down much
over night, and during the day on Friday it was pretty close to 100%. For sleeping
arrangements in the car, we have just put a sheet down on the folded out bed, then used an
opened sleeping bag for a comforter. Since this has worked pretty well when the
temperature has been in the low 40’s, it was not quite so good when the temperature only
dropped to the mid 60’s. Our first stop on Friday morning was to pick up a light blanket
that we could use for nights like this.
(Linda’s favorite is the Father Ryan
House, with a palm tree growing right in the middle of the front stairs.) The humidity was
very noticeable, but we were certainly glad the temperature was in the 70’s rather than the
90’s. That made the walk possible.