I got up this morning and headed south, over to Clarksdale, MS to the home of the Delta Blues Museum but since I was starving, I stopped at a small restaurant/blues club called The Depot. They had the best, hand made fried okra I’ve ever had. The sweet tea was just this side of syrup, and the burger was delicious.

Having gotten my hunger under control I went over to the museum, paid my money to get in, and wandered around. They’ve got some really good exhibits on the artists and the environment that shaped their music. It was truly educational and fun at the same time. If you’re in the area, you should definitely stop by. I brought home a shirt, a book on Robert Johnson, and a CD of his recordings.

After that I went back to the hotel and arrived just in time to avoid the downpour. It seems like every road trip ends up with me getting rained on. I had been planning to ride back to Clarksdale to go to a blues show, but with the weather being as nasty as it was, I didn’t want to ride 100 miles (round trip) in that kind of rain. So instead I went over to the casino and gambled for a little while. I didn’t strike it rich so I ate dinner and went to sleep.