The River itself has no beginning or end.
In its beginning, it is not yet the River; in its end, it is no longer the River.
What we call the headwaters is only a selection from among the innumerable sources which flow together to compose it.
At what point in its course does the Mississippi become what the Mississippi means?
--T. S. Eliot
Along the Mississippi again, this time at Red Wing, MN, on a beauty of a summer day in 2010.
It isn't always necessary to look out at the river. Take a look up and over and you will very seldom be disappointed.
|Not far from the riverfront by the old train depot.|
Well, I guess there are also times to look away from the river and look down.
Along a river like the Mississippi there needs to be the places to keep the boats.
This was actually at the mid-point of a bike ride along the Cannon River Trail.
The old faithful Trek 7000 has to get into a picture.