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... Friend Linda and we chose to visit Helen Keller's birthplace. We toured the main house and the smaller structure, where Helen and her teacher, Anne Sullivan, had a classroom. We also saw the pump, where Helen was taught her first word: water. Others chose to tour the music studios, where the Muscle Shoals Blues Sound originated. An amazing array of ...
... one of the many followers of Jens' blog of last year and as a fellow-adventurer was invited to join the road trip of this year.
Jens arrived in Chicago on April 4, and the next several weeks were spent at Jayne's house in Winthrop Harbor, IL, buying additional supplies and getting organized - and waiting for warm weather.
Finally, in desperation for warmer weather, the ...
... Muddy Waters (credited by his real name, McKinley Morganfield on my Zep records, which caused me some confusion at first) got me going and opened the door.
So here I am in Mississippi, deep into the history of the blues, from where sprang the music that I grew up listening to. But before cruising down Highway 61 and meandering along the Mississippi River, I stopped over in 'The Shoals', Alabama. Three towns side by ...
... be holding as we speak, which is a good thing. But, it may prove to be a chore to pull it up tomorrow morning.
Initially the day was dark and damp but the clouds blew over and the sunshine came out. That made it very pleasant to sit in the bridge. It heats up quite nicely when the sun is out. Bart made a big batch of ginger and banana pancakes so we ate breakfast on the bridge. I know what he will be snacking on for the next few days.
In spite of the wind and ...
... I wish I was a little more familiar with ducks and such. I was able to identify the flock of pelicans we passed in Decatur. I had no idea they came this far from the coast line.
We soon left behind the hills and mountains as the Tennessee River coursed through Alabama. During this portion of the journey, the river was wide and flat but meandered pleasantly for many, many miles. There was very little in the way of wind or boat ...