On the way to Mexico via The Natchez Trace~

I'm not real sure if you've heard of the Natchez Trace.  I say this because everyone I tell that I just spent the night there is like, "Where!?"  Even in all its winter gloom, I'm here to say that this ribbon of road is just plain lovely.  It's like heading back in time a century or so.  I camped the night in Jeff Busby Park, a free spot along the Trace where tenter's and RV'ers can set up.  I pulled in 'round about 8p and it was PITCH BLACK--not a single light around (kinda terrifying), but when I woke up the next morning I was delighted to see a big deer hangin' out just behind my trailer.  I also was privy to some bald eagle cawwwwing (at least that is what I'm thinking it was) as I did some sun salutations and drank hot tea.  Cruising down the rest of the Trace, I maybe passed 10 cars and one old man weaving about on a rickety old bicycle.  It was a shock to get back on 20 West headed toward Texas and Mexico.  So many lights...so much confusion...blasts of intense rain in a tornado watch...my little trailer flip-flopping behind me...and of course, a funky meal (for real) at the Waffle House.  Welcome to America!  Cannot wait to scram across the border...to massive amounts of sunshine and tropical environ's.