“When I get too far from home, I go find me a backroad”

For those of you that don’t know me, I ‘m from Texas. I was born and raised there and love everything about my home state. I never imagined that I’d find myself so far from my beloved homeland. When I first moved here, it was a huge change for me. I will be the first to admit that it took a while for the Delta to grow on me. When I was back in Texas, one of my favorite things to do when I needed to clear my head was to get lost on a back road somewhere. Turns out, there’s a lot of roads in and around the Delta to explore, but the best place to see the land is from on top of the levee.  There’s just something about driving on top of the levee that made me fall in love with the Delta. Plus, I found one comfort from home that you don’t see often around here….cows! I also found the beauty that is the Delta coupled with the hometown feeling you get around here. Everyone drives the levees some time or another, it’s a great Delta pastime. I find myself waving at friends and neighbors and mooing at the cows- it’s just a place where you can get away and feel free…. it heals my soul. It’s really one of the things that has made this feel like home to me.  Last Sunday I got lost on the Arkansas side of the levee driving around with a friend. I always take my camera and some of my favorite pictures have been taken on such adventures. Here’s a few pictures from my most recent adventure:

LEVEE

It was a gloomy day on the levee last Sunday but that didn’t stop us.

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We visited with the natives

HOUSE

Found beauty in the old buildings

Sunset

And were privileged to witness one of those amazing Delta sunsets. Something you truly can’t comprehend until you witness it first hand. The best sunsets are right here in the Delta.

My favorite back road song describes it best:

I heard ‘em tell me, son don’t forget where you came from
And I never have, and I still like to beat that drum
From the river bottoms, to the tall pine trees
It will forever be right here inside of me

Slow pokin’ down a blacktop, cutting tires on the white rock
There’s a party on a dead end road
We’re just hoping that the cops don’t show
Somebody is looking for a fight
It’s gonna be that kind of night
When I get too far from home
I go find me a back road

Brandon Rhyder “Back Road”

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