When it’s late on the west coast most of my east coast friends are in bed. Nights are very lonely when you’re away from home. Last night I dreamed of being back in Madison again, but the town was empty. I walked all the trails and didn’t find anybody there, either.
On July 12th I saw my first riverboat. I’m not talking about a dinner/dance cruise boat, or a yacht, but a Twainian escape from my 2012 landlubber self. I was a kid again, my own female version of Huck Finn. I knew riverboats existed. I’ve been to St. Louis and I’ve lived on and near … More American Queen and riverboat dreams. Another adventure in Madison, Indiana