He's the One!

The Natchez Trace has loads o' little stopping places where there is a sign that something historic happened there, or a trail, a river, whatnot.

Usually one sees families with overloaded cars or RVs, kids running around. Cow pulled up at this one and amazingly enough, there was a single guy, sitting at a table with his lunch and a bunch of maps spread out before him.

Gee, Cow thought to herself, a single guy, of apparently appropriate age, also enjoying the historic sights of Natchez....this could be something! She got out of her car, and started to walk up to the sign.

"Do you know how many miles to the next burial mound?" he called out to Cow.

Oh dear. Not only did Cow not know, but it sadly put her mind out of the "this guy might be nice" into the "this guy might try to murder me alone at this area and bury my body with the dead Indians" mode.

Cow stammered that she had passed several burial mounds but didn't know exactly how far they were, quickly got back into the Topiarymobile and drove off (pausing only to snap a picture through her windshield).

So much for meeting the love of her life that Sunday morning along the Natchez Trace.

Rueful Moo!