Highway 61 Revisited

Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God say, "No." Abe say, "What?"
God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin' you better run"
Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?"
God says, "Out on Highway 61."

-Bob Dylan, Highway 61 Revisited

So I departed the land of cheese, cranberries, Dylan and lawyers and headed South. I intended to trace a path down the Mississippi and Highway 61 is the old way to do it. In practice, it was better to deviate off the path here and there for sight-seeing's sake. So I did.

I also intended to get to Baton Rouge in time for Thanksgiving with the family. I got here about 10 days early. That's how much I love Thanksgiving and my family. Also it shows how much I overestimated how long it would take to get here. But that's neither here nor there. Muddy water under the bridge and all that.

I haven't updated this old blog in a while, I know. No excuses except perhaps taking a break to absorb the journey. The trip is winding down. I'll be goin' back to Cali after the holiday. It's a strange thing to consider.


That's me in Iowa. The bridge to Starr's Cave, to be precise. It was getting cold. And everybody knows cold weather can mean only one thing: it's time for FASHION! OK.

I'm having trouble uploading pics at the moment, I'll try again later. Ciao.