I keep a close eye on this website, which lets me know the Mississippi's water level, now and for the near future. Over the past couple of weeks, the Mississippi has dropped from 26 feet above normal to around 10 feet. That's a quick fall, which means there are now hundreds of acres of freshly exposed islands and sandbars, which we love to explore. Sunday, we pulled in on an island called Hickman Bar, a couple miles north of the city. In fact, it's close enough that you can still see the skyline if you get to high ground. But this is a place where we've seen bald eagles, deer, foxes, coyotes, herons and egrets, and where I've caught a few nice big catfish, emulating my hero, Jeremy Wade.
But Sunday, it was all about exploring. I'm fascinated by the footprints you find in the drying mud near the waterline. Like this one, a coyote, no doubt.
And these nice great blue heron prints.
And there was this, which looks like an alligator, but I ain't sayin' it is.
And finally, this oddity of tide and current. (Or some sly "artist" who beat us to the spot and thought this piece of driftwood deserved a display.)
I'm writing this from the restroom facility at Big Hill Pond State Park in southern McNairy County. On Monday, I commandeered the building, which contains the men's and women's restrooms, some racks of pamphlets, and two vending machines. There's no one here right now, but I plan to stay as long as necessary to protest the fact that the state of Tennessee is run by oppressive know-nothings who wouldn't know small government — or freedom, for that matter — if it bit them on their considerable backsides ...