In a word...beautiful.
I used to think the river in spring, before the trees leafed out, was boring. It's not. It's just different from what we see all summer.
Just upstream from here is the largest island in the Mississippi River. It's so big there are lakes within it with delightful names like Grassy, Buffalo Hall, Pond Lily and Wadleigh. It's called Beaver Island and for good reason. Beavers have shaped it, damming its sloughs and cutting channels for their travels. Here's an example of a work in progress...
Eagles were much in evidence though none were co-operative with the photographer. If you look at the center of this picture you'll see a dark blob. It's an eagle nest...the only one we know of in the island. These nests are huge...eight or ten feet across and weighing well over a hundred pounds. They don't use twigs in their construction. They use branches...sometimes three inches in diameter.
We were amazed at the amount of traffic through the island. Mostly it was flatboats with one or two people aboard, lazing down the cut. There was one guy in an old V-hull boat with a fifteen horsepower Johnson, totally unable to read the surface of the water, running in circles and churning up mud like mad. Maybe he wasn't the most accomplished boater on the water but he was having fun. That's what counts.ShareThis