Day three of the roadtrip, I ran into crappy weather. A hurricane down in the gulf was spilling out storms over the whole south, and pretty much ruined the driving view. Also, I hadn’t packed an umbrella. So my sightseeing largely consisted of lightning-quick sprints from cover to cover, with the occasional miserable drenching. I should probably redo this part because it felt way more like an extended errand run than a real vacation.
Hannibal, MO is Mark Twain’s hometown, and it’s basically been converted over to a tourist shrine to him, with emphasis on Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. It’s cute in a cheesy, slightly desperate Americana way, but it does have (in better weather) some of the nicer river views I’ve seen, and hey, endless refills of homemade, deliciously herby root beer at the Mark Twain Diner. That, I will say, was one of my more inspired pull-overs.
St. Louis. It was pouring down by the time I got there, and too late for most of the indoor stuff to be open. I dashed over to the outdoor sculpture garden downtown, leaned out my illegally parked car for a second to snap the Arch, and then crawled into my b&b to dry off. The Brewer’s House is in the Soulard neighborhood, one of the oldest in the city, with a predominance of genteel, crumbly but still dignified brick architecture. Again, somewhere I’d like to go again in nice weather. (obligatory cat-related photos here)