Our trip through the Delta headed east again, past miles of fields sitting under
humid skies.
I passed through the small community of Crockett's Bluff, which sits along a
stetch of highland along the White River. I stopped at this old church,
which looks like it is sitll used for services.
I think the church is a Missionary Baptist Church, but I can't find
any info about when it was built. Next to the church was this
cemetery, which had gravestones dating back to the turn of the
century.
Crockett's Bluff was established in the mid-1800s, and was named
after Robert Crockett (who just happens to be the grandson of Davy
Crockett). It was a busy little river town back the late 1800s.
The town seemed pretty quiet these days, without much traffic
passing by this old grocery store.
The store did have some convenient parking out front, with
plenty of room for your tractor...
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