- Joined
- Apr 8, 2018
- Location
- Coffeeville, TX
Ah, the Cairo, something I never got to see, and neither did my now deceased father, and it was my fault lol!
Funny story, when I was 15 we went to Vicksburg, my only visit, (I seriously need to fix that), and I was enthusiastic to finally see Vicksburg, everyone else in the family couldn't care less, except for my prejudiced against the war Dad. We went to the battlefield, and rather than ride the driving route, I made a point to walk the siege lines of the battlefield, wanting to see as much of the battlefield as I could, my Dad was sick at the time, and we didn't know till after we got back to Texas he had stones in his gall bladder, making the trip miserable if anyone acted up. The main problem was, my Dad was mainly interested in seeing the Cairo, and while I wanted to see it very, very badly, I couldn't be pried away from my explorations of the trenches for anything, and when we reached near the end of the tour, I finally got back in the truck, only to find out we had passed the turnoff to the Cairo two miles back, and my Dad's ire towards me for insisting to walk the battlefield was something to see, as he had missed his chance to see the only thing he was interested in seeing at the whole park! Plus him feeling miserable only made the "chewing out" I got all the more memorable. Bright side is he cheered up when we made it to the Angola Prison Rodeo.
I need to return to Vicksburg and explore the place more, and finally see the Cairo. Great photos James!
Funny story, when I was 15 we went to Vicksburg, my only visit, (I seriously need to fix that), and I was enthusiastic to finally see Vicksburg, everyone else in the family couldn't care less, except for my prejudiced against the war Dad. We went to the battlefield, and rather than ride the driving route, I made a point to walk the siege lines of the battlefield, wanting to see as much of the battlefield as I could, my Dad was sick at the time, and we didn't know till after we got back to Texas he had stones in his gall bladder, making the trip miserable if anyone acted up. The main problem was, my Dad was mainly interested in seeing the Cairo, and while I wanted to see it very, very badly, I couldn't be pried away from my explorations of the trenches for anything, and when we reached near the end of the tour, I finally got back in the truck, only to find out we had passed the turnoff to the Cairo two miles back, and my Dad's ire towards me for insisting to walk the battlefield was something to see, as he had missed his chance to see the only thing he was interested in seeing at the whole park! Plus him feeling miserable only made the "chewing out" I got all the more memorable. Bright side is he cheered up when we made it to the Angola Prison Rodeo.
I need to return to Vicksburg and explore the place more, and finally see the Cairo. Great photos James!