Mississippi River Flight - Day Five - Part One
Kennett, Missouri to Moorehouse, Louisiana
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| The trusty RV parked on the ramp at Kennett Memorial Airport. |
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A short hop to the east and I was back on the river.
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| Sand bar city. |
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| This stretch of the Mississippi was really remote. No civilization, no wires, just an occasional barge rig. |
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| The air was nice and snooth, even down low. |
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| Another RV joins my wing. |
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| Always got to keep an eye out for the wires. |
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Memphis, Tennessee visible in the distance!
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| Passing by General Dewitt Spain Airport (M01) which is right on the river (east side). |
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| I was amazed to see this big pyramid on the north side of Memphis. It makes sense, though. Memphis, Egypt, Pyramid. |
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It turns out that the Pyramid is actually a Bass Pro store! You know, the big outdoors store -- we have one where we live.
From a review: The pyramid Bass Pro store has several aquariums inside, and many small ponds inside as well. The glass elevator will take you to the observation deck, amazing views. Its app 15 bucks for 2 people to go up. There is a small bowling alley inside this store and a great restaurant. The alligator tacos were amazing.
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After Memphis, the river quickly became pretty remote again. And the air had become hazy. When the air is hazy, there is only one thing to do.
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| Get closer! |
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Following a dirt road on a levee parallel to the river.
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| Then back to the river. |
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| This sand bar was so large, it was like flying over the desert. |
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| Two barge rigs passing side by side. |
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I noticed on the chart that the White River was running parallel to the Mississippi to the west and looked like it might be a good river to fly, so I headed west across the big farm fields.
I am in Arkansas now.
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| Soon I came to forest. |
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And there is the White River. Perfect width to fly, with lots of twists and turns to make it interesting.
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Yanking and banking over the White River.
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| Nothing but trees to the west. |
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| Looking west where a canal off the Arkansas River joins the White River. |
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The White River is now flowing south east.
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A railroad bridge crosses the White River north to south.
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| Looking back. |
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The White River takes me back to the Mississippi.
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| Heading south. |
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The river had all sorts of offshoots in this stretch.
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I was ready for a break. I headed southwest off the river to Morehouse Memorial Airport in Basrop, Louisiana, about 30 miles off the river. Why? They had the best fuel price of course,
Here I'm passing over a big cotton field. "I wish I was in the land of cotton, old times there are not forgotten, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land!"
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| Over Morehouse Airport. |
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