The Victorian Inn
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Illinois is beautiful and green. I passed the state line across the Mississippi River today. I'm following the river on Highway 96 mostly. It makes for a beautiful ride. It's hard to get very far, because I keep stopping to admire the view or take a picture. I met a man on a bike in Quincy but he was not a touring cyclist. He told me he was tracing his ancestry on his father's side. He had already met relatives when he ...
... 65 miles in, I stopped at a store. Two guys walked up and were blown away by my bike. They wanted to know all about it. They thought it was hilarious and had never heard of bike touring. Their reactions were very over the top and amusing to me. I got a few miles of flat but once I got into Hannibal, it got super steep. I got to my campsite at 98.2 miles, so I biked further down the highway. I'm glad I did, because I got to see some cool sights of the Mississippi ...
... where and he said they had recently been there! Navaroo sets up on a bluff overlooking the Mississippi.
After driving most of the day and looking for propane, headed and stopped at Mark Twain State Park about 25 miles from Hannibal, MO. Fair park but mega bugs! The cicadas are the loudest I've ever heard but the pesky little bugs that fly into your eyes make it a drag to ...
... convoy and tug boat come thru a lock very near our campsite on the river, one of many for the day. What a hoot!
A trip to the Quincy, IL Walmart took us past the most elaborate Salvation Army building we'd ever seen. The building was named in honor of benefactors Ray & Joan Kroc. We googled "Ray Kroc" and enjoyed an interesting story of McDonald's. A campfire capped of our last evening along the Mississippi....TOOT, TOOT! ...
... moment's notice, extend it when need be and shorten it if time is running out...it's really nice to see him so comfortable not only with his character, but in front of an audience with nothing more than himself, a small suitcase and some juggling balls.
Lunch time was a relaxing affair at the campground...we're under a forest of trees that shake their walnuts down on our RV in the wind and 50 ft. away from the lake (which kind of looks like a river from our ...