July 6th was a Sunday that saw me and my buddy Jay Farrell cruising the back roads of Southern Illinois. We were on Miller City road going around a bend and considering going back to the crossroads to take a different road. We’d just voiced this when we came to an abrupt stop. To our right was a farmer’s field and smack dab in the middle of that field was a river barge! No, I’m serious, a barge was sitting in a field completely landlocked.

We hoped out of Marvin, Jay’s Kia Soul and after a bit of deliberation decided to approach the barge. Down the side of a ditch, across a muddy water channel, and up a gently sloping rise found us standing 50 yards or so from the rusting hulk. Splitting up Jay and I began exploring as much as we could. Later on we would learn that the barge we’d photographed was one of three barges that had landed up in that field after a flood had opened up a levy. Look at the size of the barge and think about there being two others at one point. Could we have gone closer? Maybe, but we were in some farmer’s crop and nether Jay or myself were keen on tromping on the crop anymore than we had. I hope you like the photos. Leave a comment or two.

280 Tons without cargo. Let that sink in. The fact that two other barges were here originally is stunning. I have to wonder if the barge was full of water making this a huge swimming pool, or was it empty? If you like my blog and want to see more of my work, look around, enjoy. Oh, and look for my book Forgotten Tennessee on Amazon.com!

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