“Show me how y’all do what you do!”
I have no idea what to tell him, no idea how we do what we do.  We normally ride up into a town like a couple of scraggly …

An old story I read as a child told of a farm-hand who promised the farmer when he was hired, “I can sleep on windy nights.” The farmer didn’t understand what he meant until the …

It’s a strangely familiar setting–standing by the side of the road with some camping gear beside me and a large pack on my back filled with supplies. I’m in Vicksburg, Mississippi and there seems to …

A sandbar in the middle of the night, we stop.  This is where we shall sleep – one inch from the water, middle of the canal.
Two hours earlier Phil said, “If there was going to be …

Phillip has made another snide comment about my shortcomings and I’ve had it.  “You have something you want to say to me, you say it to my face,” I say.
He demurs.
“No, no, you’re not getting …

We’re finally at Memphis, Tennessee! The next big city on the map. I can’t see it from here, but I know it’s just a few miles farther down the river–37 miles farther to be exact. …

This is redneckville.  People are shot here; I know because a man is holding a gun, and it looks like he’s pointing it at me.  A sillouette.  He’s in the cab of his pickup truck; …

“Do you have the charger for your phone?” Ryan asks me as we get ready to board a cab at the Cape Giraredeau boat ramp. I respond “Yes of course” as I had brought the …

Phillip and I are in the boat.  We are fighting a lot.

“Paddle toward the shore!”

“I am!”

“No, you’re not, you’re paddling toward the middle of the current, I can feel it.”

“You’ve got …

My new trend of using modified movie names as blog post titles will continue throughout the final month of our journey. In tonight’s update I’ll tell you about our next three nights on the Mississippi …