Saturday July 22 Just south of Memphis. A lot of barge traffic today, and at the end of the day I met several fishing boats. A big rain system is moving in, I'm paddling through a large curving dike system. I spot a viable campsite on the west side, a sandbar that is probably the product of dredging by the Corps. Just as I reach the campsite I see a tent already there, and a bass boat swerves in to check me out. It is spitting rain and I ask them if they would mind me camping nearby. They said it was okay, and I unloaded my boat, and set up my tent as the rain increased.
As it rained off and on I drank a few beers and talked to the fishermen. They told me four or five days I'd be in New Orleans. I doubted there figure. They had never heard of Lake Itasca or anything north of Cairo, Illinois.
It rains hard all night long with country music blaring from the bass boat.
Diary entry from the book {Prometheus Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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