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I’m in Huntington, WV. I spent the day driving I-64 across Illinois, Indiana, and Kentucky.
The solid concrete guardrails are so high, you can’t see the rivers.
How can we care about rivers if we can’t see them.
I have spent the last fifteen years studying the Mississippi, a river in trouble. Maybe if we could see it when we cross it on a bridge, we would be more willing to support ecosystem restoration along the river and its wetlands.
The same goes for the other big rivers we crossed, the Wabash and the Ohio. I could see them. The Ohio at Louisville, Kentucky is way up.
The great excitement I had as a child was to see rivers and the signs on the bridges, naming them. I love the NoName in Illinois, and the Embarass, and the Kaskaskia.