Sometime today (maybe by the time you read this post), I'll walk up to milepost 444 on the Natchez Trace and end my 444-mile trek from Natchez, Mississippi. I don't know how I'm going to feel, but I'm sure I'll be crying.
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When I encouraged people to come and walk part of the Natchez Trace with me, I really didn't think anyone would. My offer was sincere, but it was also my warped sense of Southern hospitality. I mean, I couldn't very well throw myself a masochistic party and not invite people to come.
Meriwether Lewis was far more human than the comic-book history hero depicted in the grade school textbooks.
Imagine his emotion having led his crew of 30-some tough men to drag and row their crafts upstream for over a thousand miles, only to be faced not with the gentle crest of a continental divide, but the vertical wall of the Rocky Mountains.