(Note: Helena Advertising and Promotions Commission sponsored this blogger trip. Opinions are my own.)
Never swim in the Mississippi River. EVER.
After a trip to the grocery store, Momma often drove us over the levee to make sure he was still there. We always took out-of town visitors to see our river at the Osceola River Port. And crossing into Memphis, we held our breath on the bridge spanning the water, a game we played in route to the Zoo or Goldsmith’s or the Mid-South Fair. It was a l-o-n-g way over.
The Mississippi River flowed through our veins, yet we never swam in it. EVER.
I was part of a small group of Arkansas Women Bloggers invited by the Helena Advertising and Promotions Commission to spend a few days in their delta town overlooking the Mississippi River. Although Helena is directly downstream from our farm near Osceola, this was my first visit.
Buck Island was remote.
|Arriving at Buck Island|
Uninhabited, the only signs of life were animal tracks stamped in the sand.
|beautiful white sand|
In only moments, our guides built an impressive fire from sticks and driftwood gathered from the nearby woods. As the sun sank into the riverbank, we ate dinner by bonfire glow, debated the perfect way to roast a marshmallow, and drank the finest boxed wine from hefty coffee mugs.
|Kyran Pittman demonstrating marshmallow perfection|