In December of last year I had to make my way to Memphis, TN where I would be in company meetings for three days. We stayed in a hotel, downtown where everything was within walking distance, including the longest river in America. Ironically, I was so busy with the meetings I didn’t make it to the shore until the morning of the last day. Since I was facing a seven hour commute back home and it was beginning to rain, I decided to drive to a local park and walk to the bank. As I stood there peering at Arkansas and pivoting north to south, I thought about the first time I ever saw this massive waterway. I was seventeen and had driven all night after leaving work at a trucking company. I had a couple of friends from 4-H whose family lived there. We explored Mud Island, The Pyramid, Beale Street (Saw ZZ Top), and somehow, missed Graceland. Even though Memphis has a ton of stuff to offer, I was primarily enamored with the River. Since then I’ve been back numerous times but I still have the same, overwhelming sense of awe with each visit.
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