Wednesday July 12 At around eleven o'clock I met a rock quarry, it was a large operation. Industry seems to dot the river in seemingly remote locations.
At certain points after wing dams I am receiving heavy whirlpool and eddie action. The islands are diked and on the dry side. I am camping on an island tonight. The Mississippi River below St Louis is beautiful and lonely.
Diary entry from the book {Prometheus Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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