After leaving the Mississippi headwaters the plan was to follow the river for awhile on what is called the Great River Road which goes all the way from the Headwaters to the Gulf of Mexico. Yes, I am thinking that would make a great trip too! The compass in my head wanted me to go south but the signs said, nope the river heads north. There are signs showing the National River Road route so I decided that maybe I should follow them even though it feels like I am going to cross the Canadian border soon.
The river starts out as a 10 yard wide clear flowing stream and is hard to believe at this point that it turns into the muddy raging river that I witnessed in St Louis last year. The river road is turning out to be a great road, tree lined, winding, no traffic and perfect scenery. The deer stands bother me a little and heighten my internal radar to pay a little closer attention, where there are deer stands, there are deer and there isn’t much room between the road and the woods. A bridge up ahead, slow down and sure enough, crossing the Mississippi River.
The road finally makes a big loop east and then gradually starts trending south. I am starting to see why the license plates have the land of 10,000 lakes on them, the road weaves between one lake after another andÂ all look Â like a place you would want to stop and fish. Every gas stop is a bait and fishing supply stop. I thought Beer, Bait and Ammo was big in Arkansas but they have the market cornered up here. Wish I had time to stop and fish! I eventually wind my way to Brainerd and the river is getting wider.
The other thing the gas stations have is ethanol in the gas and my Harley likes it once it is running but it is doing funny things trying to start. Ethanol laden gas must be harder to ignite because the ole scooter has never been this hard to start. I try to find a gas stop without ethanol and it can’t be done. I haven’t came across any deer, even a dead one on the side of road so I think all the deer stands must be yard art. The dead raccoons and skunks were everywhere though. Oh yeah, lots of dead skunks, smell them a quarter mile away and smell them 5 miles afterward. I have a friend who told me that skunk smell clears any kind of headache so every time I smell a skunk, I think of that and the smell doesn’t seem to bother me anymore, saves on advil too. I couldn’t figure out how to fit this next pic into the story line so I will just throw it in here. Supposedly the largest bird statue in the world and I like Crows so had to take a pic.
No interesting charecters for awhile, I need to get back to major Sturgis highway I guess. In fact I am starting to get anxious to head west, I’ve had enough of trees and water for awhile, I need the openÂ space and its time to roll that throttle on the high plains.
These people agree!
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