At the Poverty Point site, they have erected several fabric “huts” at intervals along the innermost ring of the complex. Inside the semi-circle of huts is the plaza which is much easier to appreciate with the markers in place. It’s a vast place, nearly 2000 feet across. Next to the marker at the northern ring is a black walnut tree, possibly the remnant of an old homestead that used to reside there.
On this overcast day in December, walnuts littered the ground.
Easy pickings for those who were also there working on more scientific pursuits.
Over the Thanksgiving holiday I watched my great-niece, who is originally from St. Petersburg, gather and crack pecans which she said she learned to do (with walnuts) back in Russia. Not only does our connection to this land go back thousands of years in time and through a multitude of generations but it also crosses the breadth of this earth. Beyond our differences in politics and religion, it’s our deepest common thread. And because of the luxury of technology, we forget. That’s a luxury the moundbuilders didn’t have. We have so much to learn from them.