Tales from the road: Crossing the Mississippi

The weird thing is, I had forgotten that I was going to. Between getting to know Chicago, lining up the rest of my stops, and starting to prepare for my first few weeks in California, I'd completely forgotten that at some point I'd be driving across one of the most significant rivers in the world. I mean, think about it - it's kinda a big deal. Think about all of the phrases that talk about one side of the Mississippi or the other. Think about how significant it was in the shaping and exploring of our country. Think of all of the people who live their lives never seeing the other side of it.

And here I was, sailing across it at 75 miles per hour, barely realizing what was going on until I caught a last minute sign out of the corner of my eye.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed as I sat up like a rod in my seat and craned my neck to get as good of a look as possible without dying in a fiery crash.

Once across I settled back down and tried to reflect on the last mile in reference to it's significance to my journey.... And quite frankly, other than just recognizing it, I'm not sure what to say.

Today is the day I drove across the Mississippi River on my way across the country. Kinda cool, huh?