Don't Know Where I Was...

when I planned this trip but I just wasn't thinking.  Mid trip, it dawned on me, we're in the Delta!  First an Arkansas Delta then into the Mississippi Delta. 

The Delta is not just a geological or geographical description, it's a way of life, a different but amazing culture.

It is history!!  From the flat lands of old plantations to the present day farms of soybeans, corn, rice, wheat and, of course, cotton. It's  a culture, very different from the hills of  north central Arkansas.

The rows of shanties were gone but I could still see them standing in my mind.  The fields of cotton, being hand picked by slaves, all these pictures were in my mind's eye as we traveled. We crossed  historical places from the Louisiana Purchase and places where Ponce De Leon had stood. We also were in the birth place of blues and jazz and I felt honored to be there.

Nope, don't know why I didn't think of the Delta until mid-trip but I did...and I looked through different eyes.

Even on a dreary day, the Great Mississippi was impressive.

And life was good!