The River is milk chocolate brown and is 12,355,200 feet long. I try to imagine all the written and unwritten history that has taken place here. In long haul trucking it’s the most often used reference amongst drivers. And just about everybody had to spell it in second grade. She is beautiful and dangerous and her silt is showing. Between the giant barges and alligators she has plenty of company and doesn’t get mad when I cross her…
over and over again.
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Stunning!
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That is a great picture. This river is and has often been an inspiration to many authors.
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I agree!
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Crossing over the Mississippi used to mean I was just a few hours from home. You jogged some good memories with your words and pictures.
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