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ROW flotilla found a landing spot with a minimum amount of mud. This
was our first day lunch stop. It was also our introduction to that
famous Missouri mud the Corps was always cussing about. It hadn't
changed. It easily sucked off shoes and sent us slipping and sliding
toward solid land. We got our first look at some white cliffs not
yet eroded into fantastic shapes. Left, the prickly- pear cactus became
a mixed blessing for the explorers. They thought the flowers were
beautiful; however, the spikes jabbed mercilessly through their thin
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