Reflect on the muddy, choppy expanse of water that created a culture and history all its own. As the Rocky Mountains, which by their sheer size, divide the United States, the mighty Mississip’, for centuries, separated civilization from frontier.
The river itself was uncontrollable, swelling and moving unpredictably, flooding the fertile plains and delta, infusing the soil with the lifeblood it needed to grow the cotton crops that made Memphis what it is. She is a town that embodies a time and place, a culture that is so completely unique, so rich and sometimes as dark as the delta dirt. She is an unexpected oasis in the sweltering heat and humidity of the South; her image and sound will be long embedded in your memory.
With one final look back, all you’ll see is muddy water and treed sandbars. The Hernando de Soto Bridge deposits you onto the delta of Arkansas and flat stretches before you, unbroken.
Farmland
grows along the edge of I-40 for miles and miles.
In winter, the coffee-colored dirt stretches to the distant tree-line, while summer brings a wealth of produce ranging from corn to cotton, soybeans to rice. Grain silos and broken barns lay fallow in the fields.
Picture the generations who have worked this land—the colors of their skin, the lines of their weathered faces, the callouses on their hands. They faced seasons of drought and flood, pestilence and prosperity. They passed land down through the years, turning sharecropping cabins into plantations.
In winter, the coffee-colored dirt stretches to the distant tree-line, while summer brings a wealth of produce ranging from corn to cotton, soybeans to rice. Grain silos and broken barns lay fallow in the fields.
Picture the generations who have worked this land—the colors of their skin, the lines of their weathered faces, the callouses on their hands. They faced seasons of drought and flood, pestilence and prosperity. They passed land down through the years, turning sharecropping cabins into plantations.
Exit 241B, Forrest City, AR, for a quick
DONUT RUN. Just down from the Shell
station, on the left, grab a few glazed donuts served up by a sweet Cambodian
couple. Fresh coffee!
Louisiana Purchase Historic State Park (Exit 216).
This national historic landmark preserves the
initial point from which all surveys of the land acquired through the Louisiana Purchase originated. In the
year 1803, President Thomas Jefferson purchased the vast territory of Louisiana
from France for $15 million. This unmapped wilderness of approximately 900,000
square miles doubled the size of the fledgling nation and helped shape the destiny
of the United States. Today, you can walk along the boardwalk and experience
the captivating beauty and natural sounds of the surrounding swamp. Markers
along the walk tell about the Louisiana Purchase
and describe the local flora and fauna.
www.arkansasstateparks.com/louisianapurchase
www.arkansasstateparks.com/louisianapurchase
The
swamplands of this eastern portion of Arkansas share the “Cajun” feel of much
of present-day Louisiana. The French heritage is also prominent in road-sign
names like DeValls Bluff, Bayou des Arc and
La Petite Roche, or Little Rock. As
you approach the capital of Arkansas, I-40 slowly rises out of the bayous and
thick forests encroach upon the road.
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