Next to the Lewis and Clark Interpretive Center, connected by a paved bike path was the Charles Floyd Riverboat Museum. Riverboat Museums seem to be a thing on our country’s major rivers. There was a Riverboat Museum in Marietta OH, then in Brownsville, NE there was a boat called the Meriwether Lewis Dredge. A dredgeContinue reading “Entering My 11th State”
Monthly Archives: July 2021
Interpretive Plural.
It’s not too far from Council Bluffs to Sioux City. My first day back on the road after so much rough travel, I got to Onawa. It was a long stretch of wonderful flatness, more what I’d been promised in the plains states than what I’d gotten. Seriously, glacial hills in Kansas? Loess Hills inContinue reading “Interpretive Plural.”
All Time Low
I crossed the river and set foot in Iowa for the first time, enjoying the slight change in scenery, very lush green bluffs, occasionally with a chunk missing that revealed a shock of red soil. There were technically towns on this ride, but the first few I passed through had been ravaged by a tornadoContinue reading “All Time Low”
Risking the Steamboat Trace
I decided to risk the Steamboat Trace, despite knowing that it had been closed two years before due to the 2019 flood (a flood that’s name was invoked in every part of the trail since I reached the Mississippi). If an ATV could make it down it, as I was told, then I surely couldContinue reading “Risking the Steamboat Trace”
Too Many Mosquito Bites to Count
One thing I can usually say about rain is that in the summer it usually drops the temperature afterwards, or at the very least the humidity. This was not the case when the rain finally stopped in Kansas. The next day was hot and sticky. The sun was out though. I could at least beContinue reading “Too Many Mosquito Bites to Count”
Missouri Loves Company
I checked into a hotel in Marshall, MO at about 9am and spent the day there, watching the weather. Most of the roads out of town were closed due to flooding. I was stuck for now. At least this meant I got a legitimate day of rest. I didn’t leave the hotel room except toContinue reading “Missouri Loves Company”
Rail Trails and River Floods
I followed a bike path north to Hartford along the top of a levee for miles and miles. It was still afternoon when I got to the Lewis and Clark State Historic Site. The museum was closed, but there was a reproduction of the fort the men of the Corps of Discovery built for theContinue reading “Rail Trails and River Floods”
Solo in Saint Louis
If I haven’t mentioned before, I bought a tracking device called Tracki solely to put my parents minds at ease, so they could know where I was when I didn’t have cell service to text them. While biking I realized pretty quickly that the device didn’t work as I intended. First of all it usedContinue reading “Solo in Saint Louis”
Raccoons and Ramparts
I spent the next day cruising south on much flatter roads, all the way to Fort Massac. It was Sunday, so the bike shop in Paducah was closed until Monday morning. I knew I wanted to hit fort Massac, and if I stayed in Paducah I’d have to back track to get to the bike shopContinue reading “Raccoons and Ramparts”
The Stars On the Horizon 