Just spend five or so days in a car, traveling through parts of the Bible Belt and hanging round in Arkansas. I think this counts as the South, maybe. Either way, I saw a lot of flat, empty land, which had its own charm to be honest, ate some catfish, and met a lot of people, all of whom were pretty nice. I was later told that the majority were well armed, thanks to a conceal and carry law. I had no idea.
It was a trip of bad health care, guns, and buffets.
Oh, and I picked peaches.
(I may have also eaten a Twinkie, which I suspect will be the sustenance that roaches live off when the world goes to complete shit.)