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Return of the Mississippi River Cruise

The romance of river cruises returned to the Mississippi last year with the refurbished American Queen. Slow, luxurious hours aboard balance sightseeing ashore in Kentucky and Missouri.

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The American Queen nears St. Louis.
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The formal J.M. White Dining Room is just one of several dining options on board.
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Guests’ staterooms sport all-American names, including Delta Queen, Louisiana and Van Buren.
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Even by the sedate standards of steamboat travel, we’re crawling—15 feet in 30 minutes. Kibitzing passengers crowd the deck as the imposing American Queen stern-wheeler, her pennants and banners aflutter, travels those 15 feet—straight down.

No need for life jackets though. We’re just changing river levels at Lock No. 52 near Paducah, Kentucky. We watch deckhands tend fist-thick ropes, which creak as the 436-passenger ship settles lower.

Ever since Memphis dropped behind us days ago on our weeklong Mississippi River cruise north to St. Louis, time has slowed to a molasses crawl. I can’t remember the last time I sat and watched a sunset, but I sit, spellbound, as the sun settles among the treetops of the west bank, the river and sky seamlessly pink, coral and bluish gray.

That slow pace draws travelers to the American Queen. River cruisers revel in seeing shore throughout the journey, enjoying high-class service and dining without big-ship crowds that number in the thousands. Launched last year, the itineraries typically include a few days of cruising spliced with days on shore. Weeklong trips leave from Memphis and New Orleans; shorter autumn jaunts include fall leaf-viewing along the Upper Mississippi. Anecdote-filled lectures from the boat’s “riverlorian” pepper the days and nights. Or we can just spend time reading on porch rockers.

Old-time elegance

“This company gets it,” fellow passenger Jim Alexander tells me as we chat in the well-appointed Main Deck Lounge. It being the mystique of 19th-century river travel. My antique- and woodwork-accented stateroom feels straight out of a Victorian romance. So does the steam calliope accompanying every launch, playing favorites like “Dixie” and “Sailin’ on the Robert E. Lee” as well-wishers show the spectacle off to their excited children. And there is the Mark Twain Gallery—a mahogany sanctuary with a chessboard, a library, historical knickknacks and Victorian objets d’art—that acts very much as the heart of the American Queen.

Gleaming china and potted palms only partially convey the splendor of the J.M. White Dining Room (the fanciest of the three restaurants aboard), where I join a table of passengers from Florida, Maryland, Iowa, even as far away as New Zealand. I follow their lead and order braised beef short ribs, horseradish mashed potatoes, caramelized onions and glazed baby carrots. One of my tablemates looks askance at my short ribs when they arrive and tsks, not unkindly, at our server. A more generous portion materializes.

Steamboat-painted buses meet us for shore excursions along our route, ferrying us to points of interest in earthquake-focused New Madrid, Missouri; the antiques malls, LowerTown Arts District and The National Quilt Museum of Paducah, Kentucky; and the art and jewelry shops of Cape Girardeau, Missouri. In New Madrid, we admire the restored antebellum Hunter-Dawson house, where fellow passenger Regina Walker hesitantly regards an unusual A.H. Reichenbach rectangular grand piano. “May I?” she asks and gets the nod. She favors us with “Amazing Grace,” surprisingly tuneful on a piano likely carried upriver from New Orleans before our grandparents were born.

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