We went to visit where the Cherokee Nation came across the Mississippi River in 1838,
during the government ordered relocation.
We went to Trail of Tears State Park.
The light was fading. We needed fuel.
We stopped in Cape Girardeau.
On their flood wall a large mural has been painted remembering the history of this area.
The Trail of Tears is remembered.
It was dark when we finished supper.
We admired the bridge over the Mississippi River.
A Sharp Shinned Hawk hunts in my backyard.
It is raining.
I am reading my books.
Happy Sunday Safari.