Evansville Days - start

We realized that making New Orleans was improbable and would, instead, target Memphis Tennessee. We took a left off the river into the Kaskaskia. While we waited for the small lock to open Bobby fed a Canadian Goose and a duck (curious duo) our hotdog rolls.

10 miles up we reached Evansville in the midst of celebrating "Evansville Days" and a national boat drag racing event. The streets were blocked off and there were live bands on just about every corner. "I love party girls" and "Brunettes actually have MORE fun" were typical T-shirt themes. Everyone was out in the streets beer in hand. The kind of looseness one doesn't see in Wausau.

We strolled past a street kareoke trailor with blonde corn-fed southern girls pouring out their lyrical hearts, eyes shut.

While we ate home-style ribeye steak sandwiches with stringy coleslaw I watched a burly body-builder type chap wearing a vest and tight shorts come over and joke with a young (paraplegic) guy in a wheelchair.