The last interesting spot on the way back home was the Mississippi River. Crossing it on Highway 54, one is dumped out into the town of Louisiana, MO. This is a place I tend to stopp at if I have the time, mostly because it has several nice views of the river and its bridges.

Today was a scene that I had not experienced before. The Mississippi was frozen. No boat traffic would be passing up or down the waterway. Everything had a frosty appearance. The surface being a solid sheet of ice, one was inclined to discover flocks of birds sitting on top. Either this was a popular spot or they had been there a while, as was evidenced by all the white droppings.