Up at 5:55 for breakfast at 6 with route maps given out at 6:45. Load straight after and off. There was a 50% chance of rain according to those that "know". That luckily did not eventuate and we had nice cool weather under a partially cloudy sky for most of the trip. The fist SAG was in the "city" of Barings at an old bank.
The bank
The store
Just to make sure we were on "main" street.
Rolling on to the last SAG which was lunch at the ferry/barge landing. You could see where water had been up through the car park but the river now just looked high.
Flood control gates on the Mississippi.
Mississippi
The ferry over at the far shore
A cargo barge on the Mississippi
Where is our boat?
On the ferry
This eighth state Illinois waits on the far shore. Thank goodness it's goodbye to the Missouri rollers or as some said the Misery rollers. Now it's Illinois rollers.
On the last 20 miles into town you see the houses are built on the hill or on stilts.
This guys steps are only just in the water.
On the way into town we detoured to the bike shop to get me a new wheel as the cracks were worsening. There was an old guy sitting down. He looked like the original owner from 1947, another younger guy and a boy. I spent the princely sum of 75$ on a wheel and 5$ for a new water bottle. They charged me a bit for labour and new rim tape which Jim the mechanic had to replace later as the boy had a bit of trouble..
I carried the old wheel back to the motel.
Miles 98 in 5:43
Rolling on to the last SAG which was lunch at the ferry/barge landing. You could see where water had been up through the car park but the river now just looked high.
Flood control gates on the Mississippi.
Mississippi
The ferry over at the far shore
A cargo barge on the Mississippi
Where is our boat?
On the ferry
This eighth state Illinois waits on the far shore. Thank goodness it's goodbye to the Missouri rollers or as some said the Misery rollers. Now it's Illinois rollers.
On the last 20 miles into town you see the houses are built on the hill or on stilts.
This guys steps are only just in the water.
On the way into town we detoured to the bike shop to get me a new wheel as the cracks were worsening. There was an old guy sitting down. He looked like the original owner from 1947, another younger guy and a boy. I spent the princely sum of 75$ on a wheel and 5$ for a new water bottle. They charged me a bit for labour and new rim tape which Jim the mechanic had to replace later as the boy had a bit of trouble..
I carried the old wheel back to the motel.
Miles 98 in 5:43
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