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Showing posts with label Mississippi Delta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mississippi Delta. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

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!

Monday, February 20, 2012

The Other Side...

In all trips there are endings and beginnings but the in-betweens are just as memorable.  Such was our trip with a great variety placed in the middle, not on purpose but just the happenings. 

We avoided killing three dogs...and had to stop for one completely.  He stood in my lane in the middle of no where Delta, with ribs showing and a collar.  As we were stopped in our lane, a fellow traveler stopped in the other, got out, checked the dog's tagless collar, and promised to bring food.  The second time we almost hit a dog, I looked in my rear view mirror and saw a semi slow and curve away from the dog as the tiny thing stood frozen in the middle of a two lane.   The third dog to avoid death from car was a tiny thing, smaller than our smallest and looked as if he had just enjoyed a swim in the Bayou, with tail  tucked under his wet body, he darted across the highway, sprinting to safety. 

From this, a great realization was born.  Even strangers are filled with kindness and we never know who may be driving by to help.

On the flip side of the coin, we almost died...twice.  We had just turned onto a highway and had not reached full speed, a monster of an old Oldsmobile, maroon, if it matters, pulled out in front of us with no more awareness than a rock has awareness of the air around it. I braked, I clutched, I cut my car quickly to the shoulder, (griping so hard to keep control, I felt the muscle damage later) and almost to the ditch as my car slid in the gravel. It was still a very close call.  I sat for a moment, while Andrew enjoyed the thrill of it, I wondered if I needed to unpack my clean underwear.

The second time, Andrew was talking about a track field nearby and was pointing in that direction.  I am watching the road and that was good.  On a divided exit, again MAROON, but this time a  truck was headed directly towards us, full speed, wrong way.  My body reacted correctly and safely, while my heart raced. I swerved left and the truck drove right and left the road altogether, driving into a parking lot.  Andrew missed it all this time.  I told him what happened, taking longer in the telling than it took to happen.  I asked, Did you think all that erratic driving was just to see your track field??  I think not.

We laughed a lot, we talked a lot, I didn't embarrass him very badly...so altogether, it was a fun, adventurous trip.  A memorable adventure with one old lady and a young gentleman in a car, following our noses and our dreams.

My conclusions from the trip...humans, for the most part, are a very kind and enjoyable species.  On the down side, there are a few dummies out there...and they are driving!...so just keep your eyes open.
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