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Barge On In

We return to the river again to record the lumbering Mississippi giants plying their loads of grain.  There is something mysterious about these at night:  bright lights and radar helping their navigation,  but it comes down to steering and leading the front end so that you keep your boat and barges within the buoys.  Not so much different than when Mark Twain was a pilot on riverboats 150 years ago.   















I was lucky enough to arrive as one was coming up river.  Growing up 7 miles from the river one of our treats was the Tastee-Freez and then heading down the road a bit to see if a barge was going by.  Today I was lucky.  Some good shots, a well-timed barge and back to Aledo.   But, wait, lurking almost unseen behind the first barge was another churning right behind the first.  A neat 2-for-1. if you are into this type of thing, and this morning I was.  
 
  
But we'll save this little surprise for later.  The shots I got into the wheelhouse were kind of interesting, so you'll want to be sure to check in to Existing In BFE often.  This non-Award winning blogsite is your window to the useless.

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