The Mississippi River has always head a certain charm for me, from the days long ago when I read about Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn right up to the present. I have rarely been near it, however. One of the pleasant surprises of my trip to Iowa was encountering the river near the end of my free day. I had left the Field of Dreams in Dyersburg and was continuing north along a road that my atlas marked as ultimately becoming scenic. Sure enough, it was, but from a series of beautiful views of the Mississippi rather than from must hills. Darkness soon arrived, but I managed to get the following few shots of the river and its valley. Someday I will return to this beautiful place and get right down to the level of the river.
The sign describes the Mississippi as having carved much of its present valley by transporting glacial melt-water between 35,000 and 10,000 years ago. (Recall that our northeastern glaciers disappeared about 13,000 years ago.) The rocks cut by the Mississippi are marine limestone
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