I remember going fishing on the Pearl River with my Great Aunt and my Granddaddy. We did that a lot when we'd visit her in Bogalousa. It was fish or watch the coke bottles ride down the conveyor belt at the Coke plant a couple of blocks down the street. Fishing was more fun. We'd go to a lock there on the river. It took us 2 days to drive to Bogalousa back then. My Nana always made Granddaddy stop for the night and most of the time is was at a motel where they knew the owners. I want to say it was in Pass Christian but maybe it was more East. I think it was called the Confederate Inn. I remember each time we drove up, the people always had a Shirley Temple ready for me to drink. Now, that seems a bit silly, but then it was 'special'. About all I remember of the landscape is the Burma Shave signs. Grandaddy and I had them memorized and it really irritated my Nana.
There may have been some land that was elevated just north of the shore years ago but it probably washed out in time. I sure don't remember any bluffs even before Camille but then again, Mother Nature has a way of rearranging her house and we aren't consulted.