I have boyhood memories of motoring with my parents along a stretch of arrow-straight, asphalt highway as it passed through a vast and seemingly desolate swamp in north Louisiana. Understory palmetto fronds lent a tropical ambience and obscured the ground under the tall, dark trees. The road was an incision in the forested canopy.
Memories of Little Missouri
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