Milestone Number 3. Nachitoches. Not pronounced as it is spelled (nah-ki-dish). One year, my mom and I drove through here to see the lights at Christmas time. It was actually quite pretty. One year, maybe Scott and I will get a room here during Christmas and take a little lighted boat ride on the river. However, nothing will erase my fondest memory of driving through here during college. Back then, after leaving Shreveport going south, this was 30 miles away and had the next gas stop. I thought I could make it. I really did. I managed to pull off the Interstate at the exit, cross over to the one gas station and make it just up the hill to the station on fumes, and coast into the pump right as the engine died. Perhaps this explains why I tend to make Shreveport my fill-up place even when my trip starts in Dallas and not Abilene.