Angle to Key West: Left Turn (12/18)
Bayou Savage – December 18, 2012 Dan and I walked through New Orleans and pulled the Looksha behind us like a two-man parade. Cars stopped to stare, people crossed the […]
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Angle to Key West: Huck Finn is Not Dead (12/16)
New Orleans, Louisiana – December 16, 2012 I walked to the top of the levee in the French Quarter and stared at the Mississippi. I needed to see the river […]
Angle to Key West: We’re All Mortal Here (12/15)
New Orleans, LA – December 15, 2012 From the moment I arrived in New Orleans I loved the city. Buildings crouched behind levees, gas lanterns glowing in the night, sidewalks […]
Angle to Key West: America’s River (12/14)
New Orleans, LA – December 14, 2012 People in St. Cloud, Minnesota, said the water would be fine until Minneapolis. They said the same thing in Little Falls about St. […]
Angle to Key West: From the First to Last Tug (12/13)
New Orleans, LA – December 13, 2012 I slipped into the water at sunrise, the French Quarter thirty-five miles away, and paddled past a line of freighters anchored like steel […]
Angle to Key West: Into the Hive (12/12)
Spillway, mile 128 – December 12, 2012 There is nothing left for me on the river. Industry has swallowed it all. A thousand barges and tugs, loading dock after loading […]
Angle to Key West: Bad Days (12/10)
Mile 195 on Lower Mississippi – December 10, 2012 The tent shrunk then folded around me. I leaned against the wall. It felt like a bull raged on the other […]
Angle to Key West: Something’s Coming (12/9)
Mile 240 on a bend before Baton Rouge, LA – December 9, 2012 The air feels heavy in my lungs, warm and wet, like I’m sitting in a steam room […]
Angle to Key West: Plots and Schemes (12/7)
St. Francisville, LA – December 7, 2012 I stare at maps and aerial photos. I search for reports and call friends for advice. No one knows for sure how I should get […]
Angle to Key West: Crash Landing (12/6)
Mile 265 of Lower Mississippi at St. Francisville – December 6, 2012 Wind. Rain. Sand. Dirt. Grit. It all soaked me last night. It covered me. It found its way […]
