One can’t cross the fourth largest river in the world without being a little impressed, even if one crosses that river a hundred times a year.
The scenic route from northern Illinois to Minnesota isn’t complete without crossing the Mississippi River.
It’s the sort of geographic milestone that demands spelling lessons of little school children in Minnesota — M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I.
I used to live a block from the Mississippi River and my walk often crossed it — twice. Now, I cross the Mississippi at least twice, sometimes a dozen times, whenever I visit Minnesota.
On our non-interstate-highway trip this week, we took the Great River Road, a National Scenic Byway, along the Wisconsin side of the Mississippi. The river is magnificent and beautiful on these near autumn days.
We took in the river by stopping at a couple of times to see locks and dams up close, and our bed-and-breakfast room on the third floor overlooked the expanse. I took this picture in Alma, Wisc., right next to an enormous coal-burning plant: