Wow.

Today I made it into Biloxi around lunchtime after a ride through southern Mississippi. Didn't see any "sugar shacks" and not really much storm damage along the way. That changed in a hurry when I hit the beachfront and headed west. That 20 mile stretch of US 90 on through Gulfport is beyond words. You've all seen the pictures, but they really don't do it justice (but I'll post some anyway!) Signs stand in front of buildings long gone, spray-painted rubble serves for address markers. There are still boats next to roads, and debris piles stacked everywhere. That must have once been a beautiful ride with a strange mix of magnolia and palm trees lining the road, but it's almost a trail of tears now. You know that going in, I guess, when you build on the water, but you still have to feel sorry for these people.

Got into the Big Easy around 4 (local time) and checked in. I took a dip in the pool and was headed out to take pictures of flood damage, but that's another post.