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Amtrak 15-Day Rail Pass Live-Blog – Week One

Week one of our crazy 15-day Amtrak Rail Pass. Chicago to California via Santa Fe.

Ride along with us as we show you the ins-and-outs of train travel, eat in Santa Fe, hang out with Michael Jackson in Hollywood, and get caught in a wicked storm that stopped the train!

Loads of video and interviews, including David’s “tour” of couch seating… CONTINUE READING >>

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Getting Ready!

Packing for an Amtrak trip

How we packed

Cooler/Day Pack full of delicious snacks (we did learn later that there are extensive snack choices aboard!)

Briefcases with essentials. Stuff we carry with us at all times.

Canvas tote with neck and regular pillows, blanket, eye masks, ear plugs, playing cards, books — and sleep stuff.

Everything attaches to: Rolling carry-on bags packed with “replaceable items” like clothes, toiletries, etc.

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Learn more about how we pack and our always-adhered-to “One Trip Rule”!

Lockers at the Chicago train station


1:40 PM
They still have lockers at train stations! For three dollars an hour we purchased some peace of mind and were able to walk around downtown Chicago without dragging our luggage behind us.

Weird fact: You have to provide your fingerprints to use.


1:45 PM
We popped out of the train station and this is what we saw!

Chicago

First glimpse of Chicago from the train stationThe Windy City, the one with the broad shoulders, Second City baby. We were right on the Chicago River across from the Sears — uh, Willis — Tower.

Romped around, pointed, oohed and awed, had lunch and headed back in to catch our overnight train.

Want to see more to do in Chicago? Click here!

Take OffChicago Train Station

2:45 PM On the train! We snagged the ONLY seat in our train car with a power outlet! Shhhh…don’t tell anyone, the conductor just announced that the ONLY outlets were downstairs in the lounge. We don’t want to start a riot!

3:10 PM Left Chicago on time!

3:15 PM No Wifi from Amtrak, but we have an at&t laptop connect wireless card and so far it’s GREAT (of course we’re still basically in Chicago). VERY civilized!

Day One: Chicago to Kansas CityOut the train window in Illinois

Out the Window

5:00 PM Beautiful pastoral scenery. Blue skies, rolling green fields — Illinois out the window.

Americana at its best.

Galesburg, Illinois6:00 PM Galesburg, Illinois — Birthplace of poet Carl Sandburg and the site of the Lincoln-Douglas 1858 debate… but most of all, Railroad Days. Would have loved to stop to take this place in, but alas, only 14 more days to make it to the West Coast and back and so far we are sticking right to the timetable.

Out the Window

Heavy storm outside our Amtrak Train window - tornado?6:45 PM Outside of Fort Madison, Iowa In the dome car for a cocktail and some fabulous vista watching, when BAM!, all heck started breaking loose! The train was halted due to high wind and flash floods… so much for the old timetable.

The Amtrak staff was wonderful and kept us safe and up-to-date on the situation.

WATCH: Just how hard does the wind need to blow to stop a train?
Pretty dad-blame hard is the correct answer.

Out the window - the Southwest Chief, Amtrak

Out the Window

We neglected to mention the name of this train yesterday. We are on Amtrak’s train #3, the west bound Southwest Chief. The name dates back to the golden era of train travel when the luxury long haul routes all had groovy names.

This route was the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe Railroad’s Super Chief. I took it a few times as a kid and the main thing that stuck in my brothers and my mind was how cool it was that you could stick your shoes in this little box outside your sleeper and they would magically be shined in the morning. I’ll have to look into whether that still happens.

Day Two: Kansas City to Santa FeDouble Rainbow out of our window on Amtrak's Southwest Chief

6:10 AM Get out of Dodge. Woke up looking out the window at Wyatt Earp Street in Dodge City Kansas.

7:50 AM Going for the second cup of joe as we cross the Kansas – Colorado state line. What happened to all the trees?

8:25 AM Rainbow with wind generators as the pot ‘o gold in eastern Colorado. Mountains are just coming into view.

12:00 PM Opted to eat in the dining car. Passengers make reservations a few hours in advance for lunch and dinner. Breakfast is first come, first serve.Dining Car on Amtrak's Southwest Chief

Lunch options included a Chipotle Black Bean and Corn Veggie Burger, an Angus Steak Burger, regional sandwich and entree specials and a veggie salad. Beer, wine and cocktails are served and lunch runs between $6 and $9, including coffee, tea or milk. Served on linen, quite civilized!

Folks on the Train

We learned very quickly that train travel is a very social experience — trains have club cars, dining cars and dome lounges, all very conducive to socializing! In our coach seats, we met everyone around us, shared tourist info, train riding tips and tales, even books and snacks. We will interview some of the wonderful folks along the way and share them here.

WATCH: This wonderful gentleman explains to us why he travels ONLY by train!

Antelope playing outside our window on the Southwest Chief!

A cafe car is available throughout the day with the usual downscale microwave cuisine, cereal, chips and drinks.

Out the Window

12:10 PM Antelope! It’s a meal and a show! They are everywhere! We were starting to wonder if they really did play out here, not hearing many discouraging words, either.

WATCH: Veronica sneak attacks a sleeping David to get a video of the coach seating situation. He was an awfully good sport as we had been on the train for 24 hours straight!

We have decided to do coach all the way (if our backs hold out!) as a 15-day rail pass cost us $389 and would be significantly more if we add on a sleeping cabin. (In case you’re curious, here’s a a sleeping car tour on The Empire Builder)

Days Three and Four: Santa Fe

Sante Fe, New Mexico

2:20 PM Arrive Lamy, New Mexico — on time! We must have made up the time that we lost in the storm overnight. Catching the shuttle van into Santa Fe.

Santa Fe is our longest layover — we will be on the train with just a few overnights after this!

What a great town! Jam-packed with galleries, adobe and amazing southwestern food!

“The Inexplicable Stairs” is a must see in Santa Fe! The staircase has no supporting pole, has three hundred steps and makes two full 360-degree turns stumping architects and engineers to this day.

In 1873 a gothic chapel was built for the nuns of the local parish. Beautiful as it was, it was stupidly built without access to the choir loft. The only solution was to either install ladders (not a great choice for the singing nuns!) or tear the chapel down and start from scratch.

So the Sisters did what they do best — they prayed for a miracle.

The legend says that a unknown man showed up on a donkey and offered to build a staircase with the only tools he had — a hammer, a saw and a T-square.

Six months later, the staircase was finished and the man disappeared, never to be heard from again. Much more on Santa Fe and this staircase (with video)

Day Five: Santa Fe

Hoofing around The Plaza in Santa Fe.

Intrigued by the Native American wares hawked on blankets in front of the Palace of the Governors – the oldest public building in the US, built in 1610.

Day Six: Albuquerque to Los Angeles

New Mexico Rail Runner

11:20 AM Leaving Santa Fe (on time!) on the New Mexico Rail Runner to rejoin the Southwest Chief to Los Angeles. It adds $7 each to our trip, but well worth it!

The train itself is very whimsical with a speedy looking roadrunner emblazoned on its cars in the colors of the sun. Instead of an alarm sounding when the doors close, a fanciful “beep, beep” is heard. Yes, Santa Fe is where Chuck Jones got the inspiration for the Road Runner cartoons.

Ironically, even though the classic AT&SF railroad was commonly referred to as “The Santa Fe,” the mainline never came to the city because the terrain was too forbidding. That’s why Amtrak doesn’t actually come into Santa Fe and a shuttle or Rail Runner ride is required.

12:03 AM Passing through the Native American pueblo community of the Kewa tribe. Adobe villages, farms and ranches are nestled into a beautiful valley. We’d love to post a picture, but the residents respectfully ask that photos not be taken, as their land is sacred.

Fun Route 66 sign in Albuquerque

12:50 PM Albuquerque! We didn’t make a wrong turn. Tossed our stuff into a locker at the depot and took a walk down Route 66 toward the historical Old Town Plaza.

The quirky mixture of the adobe and faux-dobe buildings with retro 66 signs made for a fun, but sun-beating-down-upon us desert stroll.

Click for more stuff to do in New Mexico!

La Placita at the Hacienda Casa De Armijo in Old Town

1:55 PM On the prowl for Southwestern food.

Found green chile and big, puffy, hollow, pipping-hot sopapillas dripping with honey at La Placita at the Hacienda Casa De Armijo in Old Town.

Built in 1706, the courtyard room has a large shade tree that shoots straight through the ceiling.

Old Town Albuquerque. The plaza is dominated by San Felipe De Neri

3:00 PM Took in Old Town Albuquerque. The plaza is dominated by San Felipe De Neri, the oldest church in town, founded in 1706.

The twin spires really stand out among the rest of the squatty adobe buildings filled with galleries, restaurants and tourist-centric businesses surrounding the square.

Back on the Chief

Out the WindowArizona desert through the window of The Southwest Chief

6:50 PM Arizona.The desert is surprisingly green, quite a bit of rain lately, in fact we just passed through a shower.

7:30 PM The remaining clouds make for a spectacular sunset.Arizona sunset from Amtrak's Southwest Chief

Day Seven: Los Angeles

Our favorite Amtrak attendant - so far!

Folks on the Train

Our favorite train attendant so far! Meet Francis — a whirlwind of fun — and train attendant extraordinaire!

Her infectious smile lights up the coach section and can turn even the grumpiest morning, not-had-my-coffee-yet person into little miss sunshine!

Los Angeles Union Station

11:50 AM Arriving in LA’s Union Station, utterly exhausted.

Need sleep that doesn’t the involve moving of train cars. Must have a nap before we attack Hollywood with a vengeance.

More on LA

3:00 PM The Hollywood and Vine station on the Red Line Subway — more trains, yay! The ceiling is covered with real movie reels. Just out of our midday comas, this is vertigo inducing stuff.The Hollywood & Vine subway station

Spent the entire fifteen minute underground trip trying not to think about earthquakes.

5:00 PM Hollywood, ba-by! We’re on a quest to find the “real” Hollywood. The sleep deprivation is manifesting into weirdness, but what a better place to be than Hollywood shooting a video when you’re feeling a bit weird?

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David & Veronica, GypsyNester.com

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How Much Wind Does It Take to Stop a Train?


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Outside of Fort Madison, Iowa In the dome car, when BAM!, all hell started breaking… CONTINUE READING >>

Outside of Fort Madison, Iowa In the dome car, when BAM!, all hell started breaking loose! The train was halted due to high wind and flash floods… so much for the old timetable. More on our Amtrak 15-Day Rail Pass Live Blog: https://www.gypsynester.com/amtrak.htm

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Do You Have to Sleep in the Train Station If You Miss Your Connection?


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We asked a wonderful lady – traveling with a group of Red Hatters – what happened when she was 5 hours late getting into Chicago on Amtrak. For more info: https://www.gypsynester.com/amtrak.htm

Click to see all of our Amtrak adventures!

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Probing Hot Springs

We rounded the corner and stood face-to-face with a large box containing several firehose-like nozzles protruding from one side, and a bevy of levers, knobs, pedals, valves, gauges and dials on the other. The whole room was tiled and waterproofed, so obviously the idea was to soak down the patient until whatever afflicted them drowned — or begged for mercy. Hey, we’d be begging as soon as Igor… CONTINUE READING >>

The “healing waters” of Hot Springs, Arkansas have been attracting the ailing and agile alike for centuries.

And Veronica was one of them, chomping at the bit for a bit of pampering, a massage and an inside look at one of the world-famous bathhouses.

But first, a stop at one of those cheesy tourist diversions we’re so fond of.

Hot Springs is not exactly the big city, but I wouldn’t call it tiny either. It is however, home to Tiny Town.

More than just a town, Tiny Town is its own little world, all made out of cast off scraps, odds and ends, whatchamacallits and whatnot gathered by Frank Moshinskie over decades, then recycled into a wondrous miniature landscape.

Frank began building the scenes as a teenager and never stopped.

Tucked away in an old residential corner of Hot Springs, we found Tiny Town well off the beaten path.

Since Frank has passed on to his reward — to the not-so-tiny town in the sky — the presentation is carried on by his son and daughter-in-law, Charles and Barbara Moshinskie.

Barbara was there to greet us and promptly began the story of how the collection grew and took on a life of its own.

Everything from old west storefronts to modern airports come to life as the scenes are animated with elaborate systems of cables and pulleys.

Frank connected the conglomeration to discarded motors from junked washing machines, old barbeque rotisseries, defunct record players — anything he could get his hands on.

Through the years he recreated his family and friends — and celebrities — to populate his little world. We had to look close, but sure enough, there were Dolly Parton and Willie Nelson walking along with Mr. T. Now that’s not something we see everyday!

As we made our way around the display, Barbara pointed out the highlights. She kindly included us in the show, “Push that button in front of you.”

We did, and a part of the town sprang into motion. Push another and trains begin to roll. Hey, who doesn’t like that?

Hog heaven, I’d say. Veronica practically had to pry me away from playing master-of-all-I-surveyed. Starting and stopping the Ferris Wheel, the guy chopping wood, an airplane, cars, dogs barking — yes– I was controlling anything that moved.

I could turn on lights in the houses and buildings — even in an outhouse — there was no stopping me.

Barbara didn’t mind, she’d seen it all before. Everyone, regardless of age, is transformed into a kid at Tiny Town. I think Frank would be happy.

Once my fingers began to ache, I started to snap out of the trance. Veronica, still bit-chomping, was ready for some bathhouse babying. She had a point — I pried my trigger finger away to go check out the springs, since they are the whole reason Hot Springs exists.

Humans have been taking in the waters of Hot Springs for their healing powers as far back as history can record. Long before Hernando de Soto came along to claim the area for Spain, the Quapaw, Caddo, Cherokee, Choctaw, and many other tribes enjoyed these springs.

Native Americans called this The Valley of the Vapors and hostilities were left aside while partaking of the 140-plus degree healing waters.

Later, bathhouses were built over the springs, drawing folks from far and wide to partake in the perceived curative properties of the waters. And still they come, drinking and/or bathing to cure what ails them.

By 1832 the springs were so popular that the federal government decided to declare the area a protected reservation, making it the oldest federal reserve in the nation. Later it became a National Park.

Through the years an array of grand bathhouses developed into the famed Bathhouse Row that is now a part of the park.

These stately spas are preserved in fine detail and several are still in operation, so we certainly had to check out the inside of one. The Fordyce Bathhouse now serves as the National Park Visitors Center, so it was the obvious choice.

We wandered in, were handed a map and shown the way for the self-guided tour.

Rambling around, we gawked at the stunning stained glass ceiling of the Roman style men’s baths, sat in the locker rooms, checked out the old tubs and steam boxes, and generally enjoyed a glimpse into a bygone era.

Then we went upstairs. Things changed.

At some point along the way, someone decided that the water alone wasn’t good enough. Nope, tools — really scary tools — were necessary to supplement the healing powers of the hot springs.

We had stumbled upon what looked like a Frankenstein movie torture chamber.

Mortified by the collection, we still had to look. Good God, that one has an electric plug! I don’t even want to think what a long glass tube with a 120 volt plug out the back could be used for.

I actually started getting a queasy feeling deep in my innards.

Things were skrintching up a good bit. Orifices were tightening in a precautionary manner, with the hope of preventing any unwanted insertions.

I moved ahead while Veronica stood frozen in either shock or wonder. She had to be scared, but what I found in the Women’s Hydrotherapy Room wasn’t going to reduce her fears any. It looked like it should be on top of a fire engine.

She rounded the corner and stood face-to-face with a large box containing several firehose-like nozzles protruding from one side, and a bevy of levers, knobs, pedals, valves, gauges and dials on the other.

The whole room was tiled and waterproofed, so obviously the idea was to soak down the patient until whatever afflicted them drowned — or begged for mercy. Hey, I’d be begging as soon as Igor touched that first knob.

If this was the stuff they showed the public, I’d hate to think what’s behind some of those locked doors. Oh gee, look at the time, we ought to get going.

The whole ordeal had us a bit shaky, so we found a regular, no-tools-required massage for Veronica while I went in search of a malt beverage to calm my nerves.

I decided to go for a shot of the steamy medicinal elixir bubbling up out of the ground instead.

I’m much better now.

No wonder people keep coming here.

David & Veronica, GypsyNester.com

Did you know that Hot Springs hosts the World’s Shortest St. Patrick’s Day Parade?

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Spa Torture Devices in Hot Springs, Arkansas


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At some point along the way, someone decided that the water alone wasn’t good enough. Nope, tools — really scary tools — were… CONTINUE READING >>

At some point along the way, someone decided that the water alone wasn’t good enough. Nope, tools — really scary tools — were necessary to supplement the healing powers of the hot springs. We had stumbled upon what looked like a Frankenstein movie torture chamber.

Mortified by the collection, we still had to look. Good God, that one has an electric plug! I don’t even want to think what a long glass tube with a 120 volt plug out the back could be used for. I actually started getting a queasy feeling deep in my innards. Things were skrintching up a good bit. Orifices were tightening in a precautionary manner, with the hope of preventing any unwanted insertions.

For more on Hot Springs: https://www.gypsynester.com/hs.htm

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A Real Cajun Fais do-do!


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“Fais do-do” is Cajun baby talk for “go to sleep” and once the kiddies are all tucked sweetly in bed, Mamma and Daddy have the chance to “pass a good time.” We kicked off the Friday before Mardi Gras at a… CONTINUE READING >>

“Fais do-do” is Cajun baby talk for “go to sleep” and once the kiddies are all tucked sweetly in bed, Mamma and Daddy (and Maw Maw and Paw Paw) have the chance to “pass a good time.” We kicked off the Friday before Mardi Gras at a Fais do-do in Church Point.

We were told by a woman earlier in the day that the Fais do-do was essential for us to attend, as it was when the town “come together like family” and that we would be treated as such. And we were.

In a little town like Church Point, we normally stick out like sore thumbs, not because we’re so different as much as that everyone literally knows everyone, and we – well – we didn’t know anyone. That changed at the Fais do-do.

The people of Church Point have never met a stranger, we were welcomed with open arms, everyone — from the Queen of The Courir de Mardi Gras, to the ladies handing out beer, to the mayor himself — took the extra time to make sure we had le bon temps!

Big shout out to the band “Straight Whiskey” – the real deal.

For more about Mardi Gras outside of New Orleans: https://www.gypsynester.com/mardigras.htm

Delve deeper:
See our entire journey discovering Mardi Gras outside of New Orleans
Visit the crazy Courir de Mardi Gras, in Church Point – chicken chasing!
Check out the authentic celebrations in Eunice and Mamou
Go hog wild at an old-fashioned Boucherie meat fest!
Watch dogs celebrate Mardi Gras at the Krewe des Chiens Dog Parade
Find out how to get booze at a drive-thru window
Join us at the parades in Jeanerette and Lafayette
Learn more about the Acadian, Canadian, and Cajun connection
See our thank you to the mysterious person at the Dog Parade who commited a wonderful act of kindness!

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Southern Comfort Zone

Traveling up the Mississippi River from New Orleans on the Great River Road, we encountered the epitome of the Old South. All along the river north to Baton Rouge, Plantation Country lives on in well preserved splendor. Cotton was not king down here, unlike the plantations throughout the rest of The South, these gave us some… CONTINUE READING >>

Traveling up the Mississippi River from New Orleans on the Great River Road, we encountered the epitome of the Old South.

All along the river north to Baton Rouge, Plantation Country lives on in well preserved splendor. Cotton
was not king down here, unlike the plantations throughout the rest of The South, these gave us some sugar.

Our first stop was one of the best known and preserved plantations in America, Oak Alley.

Named for the rows of Live Oak trees that frame the path from the river to the front porch, the plantation gives an eye-opening peek into Antebellum life.

We took the informative and entertaining tour after a stroll around the grounds.

Our guide gave us the full scoop. The plantation’s namesake trees were planted by an unknown early settler a century before the mansion was ever conceived.

In 1839, Jacques Telesphore Roman picked the spot as the perfect site for a monstrous dream home for his new wife.

The idea was to bribe his city-girl bride into wanting to live out in the boonies, a whopping twenty-five miles from New Orleans. Of course back then, that was a full day’s travel. Mrs. Roman must have been unimpressed, because it didn’t work. By all accounts she seemed to prefer her big city life.

The Civil War took a terrible toll on the plantation and it was auctioned off in 1866.

In a sad state by the 1920s, it was bought by Andrew and Josephine Stewart who restored to its past and current grandeur. The Stewarts lived in and loved Oak Alley until they drew their last breath.

We both had a familiar feeling about the place — especially the signature oak-lined walkway — and learned why at the end of our tour. Oak Alley is a bit of a movie star having made numerous screen appearances.

Yup, that was Oak Alley in Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte, The Long Hot Summer, Primary Colors, Midnight Bayou and even a guest spot on Days of Our Lives on the small screen.

After our history lesson and some interior gawking, we completed our Oak Alley Oop with a bite to eat. Many restored plantations now feature restaurants ranging from casual to anything but. Lucky for us, Oak Alley is a nonchalant spot for a quick lunch. Unlike our next stop.

Just up River Road lies the mother of all Louisiana plantations, Nottoway. The largest in The South and perhaps the most elegant too.

We knew we were out of our element here, so we decided that a quick sneak peek around the grounds for some photos would do.

Nottoway is truly a remarkable monument to a bygone era. As splendid as Oak Alley is, this dwarfs it. Twice the size and twice the opulence. Finished just before the Civil War broke out, Nottoway was the pinnacle of plantation one-upmanship.

We didn’t stick around though, since we hadn’t bought a ticket and were sure to be kicked out.

Besides, we had some more solemn history further up the river at the National Military Park in Vicksburg Mississippi to take in.

By all accounts, the fall of Vicksburg in 1863 was a huge turning point in the War Between the States. It meant that the Union had gained control of the Mississippi River, the most vital supply line in the South.

General Grant tried to take the city by force, but as we could see while we took the driving tour of the park, the Confederate defenses were impenetrable.

Dug in on the top of the bluffs, the rebel fighters could shoot down on the invaders and repel their advances. After losing numerous troops in his initial attacks, the future president decided to circle the city and lay in for a long siege.

For forty-seven days the city’s residents, and the soldiers protecting them, were bombarded with cannon fire from Union batteries surrounding the town and gunboats on the river.

All supplies in and out of the city were cut off, effectively starving them out. Finally, on July 4, 1863, Confederate General John C. Pemberton capitulated and surrendered.

The residents of Vicksburg refused to celebrate The Fourth of July until 1945.

Driving the loop through the park, we could really see the how the siege took shape. Up the eastern road, we followed the Union lines, then going down the west side we were tracing the Confederate fortifications.

Both sides had earthen walls and trenches, often in plain sight of each other, only a few dozen yards apart.

A highlight of Vicksburg National Military Park is the USS Cairo, an ironclad gunboat from the Civil War era.

Brought up from the bottom of the Yazoo River about fifty years ago, the wooden hull and framework is made all the more interesting because rather than replace the original wood with a replica, it has been braced and supported in its current condition.

This allows visitors to complete the restoration with their imaginations.

The USS Cairo was not involved in the siege on Vicksburg, having sunk several months prior, but it is a fascinating look into the ultimate military technology of the day.

The armoured warship, one of the “Pook’s Turtles” named for their designer Samuel M. Pook, was remarkably preserved for a century in the silt at the bottom of the river before being raised and restored.

The city of Vicksburg is typical of a smaller southern river city. Beautiful neighborhoods with gorgeous old antebellum homes, an ornate old courthouse, an aging waterfront and wait, what’s this? One huge exception!

Giant, cheesy, fake riverboats. Yes, the river is lined with gaudy, neon bedecked, flashy “boats” decorated up to look like old-time riverboats. They are, of course, actually casinos, on barges.

Barges that will not ever, under any circumstances, go anywhere. But to satisfy Mississippi’s law specifying that casinos must be on water, these “boats” are permanently tied to the shore here.

Being civic minded travelers, we figured we should contribute to the local economy, and contribute we did. In very little time at all those riverboat gamblers had removed much of our funds from our possession.

It seems some things haven’t changed much at all along old man river.

David & Veronica, GypsyNester.com