This is where we sleep about an eighth of the time
Fallen trees and messed up gears on a hill
Missouri drivers east of the Ozarks are jerks (and yes, that is censored from what I actually think of them). The truckers here are a heck of a lot sketchier than anything in Kentucky, and I just don't enjoy feeling the draft of an 18-wheeler sucking me in toward the very large wheels. I'm also not a fan of being cussed out by 70-year-old couples driving tan Buicks. Or being honked at, swerved toward, yelled at, or driven off the road. But between the point where we crossed into Missouri and Ellington, that's exactly what happened. We took a 68ish mile day out of Farmington (where we had an awesome Hawaiian shaved ice, an useful doctor's visit - yay inhalers, and a good night's sleep) into the beginnings of the Ozarks. The weather was sunny, windy, and good riding weather. There've been a ton of downed trees in Kentucky, Illinois, and Missouri, both from the states trying to get stuff away from the roads and power lines and from recent storms. The rivers in Missouri have looked a ton better than the ones in IL and KY - less muddy, less smelly, more enticing as swimmin' holes. :) We ran into another dad and college kid who were doing a flip-flop on the transam and spent the night with them in the town park in Ellington. Though we were a little tired coming into Ellington, I felt ok for the next day.
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