Day 87 / Mile 10,900
I saw Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn floating on down the Mighty Mississippi, and I jumped on their raft to hitch a ride. The current brought us past numerous poverty struck areas, even a full community of trailer homes falling apart in decay but still fully inhabited. At first I felt sad for them, though they may have been content and happy, I won't know. Since I live in a van typically sleeping in Walmart parking lots, I can only assume some people have the same first impression of me- and I'm having a great time!
Clarksdale has some crucial history to the Delta Blues. I didn't spend any more time here than taking a self-portrait and getting what Yelp considered to be the best hot tamales in town. I blew it, because I didn't know until later that 4/5 of the last remaining real "Juke Joints" were in this area.
I'm almost to the Gulf of Mexico, just a few hours to New Orleans! (pronounce "Nahlinz")