The terrain was rolling to say the least, but nothing big.  We just had constant rollers of 50 to 100 feet that just kept coming at us...on the flip side, we also had just as many down hills as we did up so it evened out.  If I had to describe the landscape and scenery, I'd say it was very rural with smaller farm lots than in the delta.  There were small houses scattered all along our route and every so often we'd come into a small village of 100 or so people.  Agriculture is the main source of income out here, but we saw small horse or cattle ranches among the crop farms too.  Just before the first SAG, I came upon this sugar cane farm complete with press and tractor (right).  

I tell the riders every trip about the things they'll see when they get into the south.  Aside from the obvious rusty cars in yards and graffiti on the dumpsters, I tell everyone to look out for fire ants...nasty little critters that will swarm a bike or a helmet if you lay it down in an active ant hill (a big one to the left).  The bite of a fire ant is toxic and will sting for quite some time...and if one gets enough bites, it could be fatal.  Yesterday I mentioned Kudzu a voracious plant that covers everything and anything in its quest to overtake the south.  Some of the formations are really spectacular and I warned our cyclists not to get too close to it or they may become one of the formations on the landscape.  You can watch that stuff grow sometimes.  In addition, Karen was amused that most of the traffic signs down here have bullet holes in them (right).  I told her that deer hunters use stop signs to sight in their rifle scopes...it's a sport down here.  They have to shoot at something and signs are better than cyclists.