It’s kind of my thing, clears my head, gets me away from the crowd; i just love walking. Today i walked all the way to Texas from Louisiana. I’m not from Louisiana... or Texas, —i travel full-time— but i happened to be on the Louisiana side of the border between the two states today and decided to do what i love best: take a walk:)
Logansport is a little town just East of the bridge the divides the two states of Louisiana and Texas. It’s not a long walk to Texas from Logansport by any means, and though the names on the signs are just names that mark manmade land boundaries, it felt like a crossing from one world to another.
There’s no real boundary between the two states as far as fences or borders, just a river which flows on oblivious to the division it causes.
There wasn’t much on the Texas side of the river to see or take notice of... so it wasn’t long before i returned to Louisiana. But it wasn’t about what was over on the other side of the river, it was about the crossing. I just can’t help myself from exploring!
Forgotten to time and all but the people who live here, or occasional truckers driving through, this quaint little town bespeaks the heart and soul of American history.
The storefronts of a capitalistic culture of free thinkers, builders, adventurers, risk takers, trueblooded Americans
The care put into cultivating their own little town, the possession of their own community and love to preserve it.
I ended the morning with a walk back home, passing by the newest building in this little town, a Dairy Queen which has been remodeled, but has been here as long as I can remember, the only member of the town that grew up with the times, knowing things can’t stay the same forever.
Everything must cross over eventually. We humans are too curious to stay where we are very long: everything moves on: everything moves forward.
