Road Tripping Around Iceland

Our last full day of road tripping. It was our first 
day without strong winds.

 If we were geologists, our happy place would be Iceland—in the summer at least.  Kathy and I are not, but still Iceland was nothing short of amazing, and we are glad we finally got to go there. We wish we had gone a few years ago before it was so crowded, even in the cold autumn. Through June of this year, visitors to Iceland increased 14% over the same period last year, and the years before it also had big increases.  It was a busy mix on narrow roads of tour busses, sprinter vans, and people like us renting small vehicles.

 

Simply Beautiful and Stunning

We were privileged to view this twice with
different lighting and clouds, as we missed
a museum sign and had to backtrack 13 miles.

But once we got on the northern side, it seemed rather lonely at times as we circumnavigated 1200 miles around the island over two weeks. The miles passed quickly, even at a 54-mph speed limit. There were so many places where we wanted to pull over and take a photo, or simply marvel at what we were seeing. But we couldn’t, hence, you’ll see a few windshield photos in the link below. We’ve never seen so many waterfalls in our lives, and stunning ones at that.  What wasn’t pastoral and green was “recent” geology in action, some of it reminiscent of the Columbia basin and Yellowstone. 

 

Wildlife

It was roundup time, so these were some of the few sheep we
saw that were still out and about before being herded into large
sheds for haircuts and warmth in the upcoming winter.

And unlike Yellowstone, about the only form of non-bird wildlife we saw were unique sheep, goats, and horses, all brought by the Vikings and protected by strict import controls. In fact, the estimated 800,0000 sheep population is double that of Icelanders, 60% of whom live in Reykjavik.  By the way, 20% of Iceland’s population are immigrants or guest workers from all over the world, mostly in construction and tourism. Iceland couldn’t pull it off without them.

 

Logistics

How did we (Kathy) plan this trip? We engaged an Icelandic company called Nordic Visitor. We gave them our parameters for costs, time, and activities.  They designed the itinerary, rented the car (complete with a robust WIFI hot spot), and booked the hotels for a reasonable price. We were on our own for food and entrance fees*.  After visiting family in the UK, we flew three hours on Icelandic Air from Heathrow. The flight home two weeks later was a miserable seven-hour flight, and we will never fly Icelandic air again!

 Geothermal and Hydro Power

A geothermal electricity and hot water plant we visited
outside of Reykjavik. The photo link includes a photo
of Kathy demonstrating the diameter of the hot water
pumps that surge through the buildings of Reykjavik.

One of Iceland’s delightful features is its geothermal pools and power production. Electricity is cheap and many cities and towns are heated thermally with piped in heat. Our hotel floors felt so nice on our feet, laundry dried quickly, and like many Icelanders, we slept with an open window on a cold windy nights with clean consciences. Interesting fact:  Iceland exports tomatoes! Their greenhouses are geothermally heated and lighted with cheap electricity. 

 Food

Note Kathy's expression after ingesting the shark meat, but before
a swig of the local brew to wash it down.  The post-drink photo
in the photo link shows her much happier.

The food was excellent! We took a five-stop walking food tour of Reykjavik and tried everything but the horsemeat. And we lived to tell about eating fermented shark meat, which tasted like ammonia. The
dinners at our isolated accommodations were date-night, Michelin Star quality, kind of like what you would see in The Bear Hulu series, with priority given to presentation and locally sourced food.  Not cheap! Even a small pizza and two wines for lunch could cost $50.

 

Northern Lights

The camera makes them look
impressive. This was the
most colorful one we were able
to photograph.

Yes, we got to see the Northern Lights.  But here's the secret--they look better in photographs. In real life shivering outside they look like streaky cloud formations. Our photos are not enhanced; otherwise, they would be more colorful.

Will We Return?

As amazing and beautiful it was, no. We’d do it in a heartbeat for the first time, but we have too many other priorities on our bucket list while we still can undertake this type of active trip. Maybe with better weather we would have hiked more, but the windchill factor made for some cozy times in the hotel, hot tub, or even in the car. Even the rental car agreement didn’t cover door-hinge damage caused by strong wind gusts!

 

Fjaorargljufur Canyon. Don't ask me
to pronounce it!

More Photos

Here is a link to more photos and some very short video clips. I have organized them in groups, starting with waterfalls, then geologic formations, glaciers, road trip scenery, Reykjavik, and food.  Enjoy!

 

What We Can, While We Can.

What We Could, While We Could

 

Pay to pee! Only tap accepted.

*Security cameras note your license plate coming and going into the parking lots of major tourist attractions to enforce the entrance fees, typically $7-15 via phone app.  We never once used any cash the entire trip.  Even the pay toilets cost $3-5, payable by Google or Apple Pay. (Note: another turnstile photo is in the photo link.)

PS:  It wouldn't be a post from the other side of the pond without a gratuitous photo of our four-year-old grandchild, Hazel.  We got to be there when she mastered her new bike and became a fearless speed demon. And we also got to walk her to her first day in public school kindergarten. What milestones!

"I'll race you down the hill, Grandpa!

"

Our 6,000-Mile Road Trip to See a Second Eclipse

 

Getting ready for four minutes of totality

Chances are, if you experienced one total eclipse, you wanted to see another one.  That’s what happened to us following the August 2017 total eclipse in Oregon. So last year at this time, Kathy spotted an opportunity to attend a 160-trailer Airstream rally in Greenville, OH to see the April 8 2024 total eclipse and immediately signed us up.

 

We could have attended other rallies, and the weather getting there in late March can be dicey (it was), and the odds of a clear day in Greenville weren’t that good either. But the campground at the fairgrounds had full hookups, it was close to the Airstream factory and three major museums: Armstrong Aerospace, the Wright Brothers, and the HUGE US Airforce which featured three Air Force Ones.  Photos of those places are in the photo link below.

Marcelene, MO, the hometown of Walt
and Roy Disney.

 In case weather blocked our view of the eclipse, we made up our minds that this trip was all about the journey with the eclipse as a bonus.  We traveled on backroads about 60% of the time, going through Midwest towns in decline, recovery, or doing just fine, thank you.  It seemed like every one of them had a museum.  (Fun fact:  there are more museums in the US than there are McDonalds and Starbucks combined!).  This was our fifth cross-country road trip since 2016, and it was nice to explore places we haven’t been before.

 

Willa Cather's hometown. After the museum
we downloaded 'O Pioneers, which perfectly
described the countryside we were driving through

Ten days later we arrived.  The sky cleared and we got a magnificent four minutes of totality to the tune of Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon playing on someone's boom box. Unlike the Central Oregon one, we didn’t have hills and coniferous trees blocking the 360° view of twilight that seemed to last forever. Definitely worth the trip!

 

The amazing 360° dusk

This time sequence and the two dusk photos above are courtesy
of fellow Airstreamer Walter Lundahl from northern Ohio

Our trip home was longer, but not long enough.  We would have loved to have driven all the way from Nashville to Natchez, MS on the 404-mile Natchez Trace Scenic Parkway (see photo link) and spend more time in Utah.  But we had commitments back home.

Capitol Reef NP.  Europe has nothing like this!

 Besides the Natchez Parkway, our most surprises of the trip were in Arkansas.  First, it was beautiful. Second, the Walmart-funded Crystal Bridges art museum in Bentonville was probably the best art museum we have ever experienced in the US.  The third surprise –the Clinton Presidential Library--was more of a disappointment.  Unlike others we have visited, it was too policy wonky, and not enough about his childhood and how he became president. By that standard, even Andrew Jackson's hermitage outside of Nashville was more interesting.

One other surprise was how full the National Parks in Utah were. Most campgrounds had been booked months earlier, many by foreign tourists renting RVs.  We can’t blame them—Europe has nothing like the desert SW.

 Like all trips, it’s good to go, and very nice to be back home.  We’re enjoying our three-butt kitchen, queen bed, robust internet, and a beautiful spring.

 Here is a link to some photos.  But unlike in the past, this one is a brief slide show I recently made to the Mid Valley Travel Club with many of the photos labeled. Enjoy!

"What We Can, While We Can."

"What We Could While We Could."

Last evening of spring from our deck

 

First road bike ride of summer to the hills of Polk
County from the old Willamette River RR bridge in Salem

Antarctica, South Georgia, and the Falklands--Lands of Exceeded Expectations

 “Why do you want to go to Antarctica?” people would ask us.  “It’s cold, expensive, and difficult to get to.” Our answer is “Why not?” It’s changing by the day and is ground zero for what is happening with global climate change. It has wildlife you can’t see at home and stunning scenery that is hard to describe.  Every person we know who has been there said it was one of the best places they had ever been. And so it was for us, too.

 Those who had been before advocated that we take an expedition type of trip on a small ship specifically designed for icy polar waters and that we include South Georgia and the Falkland Islands in the itinerary, so some of my comments and photos apply to those places as well.

 

18 days, 3,982 miles

We went with Road Scholar, one of the more affordable tour operators that met our criteria. They teamed up with other operators aboard Albatross Expedition’s 175-passenger Ocean Victory. It handled the rough seas of the infamous Drake Passage and the Southern Ocean well (depending upon who you talk to—we didn’t get seasick), and it got us into and out of some very tight and icy places. It took us 3,982 miles over 18 days.

The Ocean Victory--our refuge
in a hostile wilderness

Antarctica is about the size of the United States and Mexico combined, but that all depends upon which time of year you measure its snow and ice. It’s now dramatically smaller in the winter than 10 years ago.  Although not part of Antarctica, South Georgia (1200 miles to the NE) and the Falklands (750 miles to the north) are part of its weather and ocean current systems and marine wildlife migratory patterns. South Georgia has a population of 12 in the winter and 40 in the summer, mostly researchers and caretakers of an historic abandoned whaling village. The Falkland Islands have 3800 residents, mostly in Port Stanley. Very British!

Iceberg off Spert Island, 6:00 AM

 Geography aside, the scenery is stunning, absolutely stunning! We thought it would be a monotonous landscape, but it changed nearly every hour with the lighting, ice formations, and sea color. And none of it is manmade.

And the animals! There isn’t a huge variety of animals compared to a place like Costa Rica, but that is more than made up for in quantity where we would walk among massive penguin colonies. We never got tired of watching the seven of nine species of penguins and their young chicks. But we did we tire of their smell, which made our parkas and rain pants stink up our cabin temporarily. Nor did we tire of sea lions, seals, seabirds, and frequent whale sightings—including a very rare sighting of three blue whales off the coast of South Georgia, which some of the seasoned crew and guides had never seen before.

Fur seals and King penguins on South Georgia

 In Antarctica, we dropped anchor in about eight different places and boarded zodiacs for shore excursions or zodiac cruises about twice per day. We had about six excursions in South Georgia (nice to see greenery again!) including a hard four-mile hike, and two landings in the Falklands with hikes of four and eight miles.

 What was our highlight or the trip? Every day kept getting better than the one before.  However, what we’ll remember the most was a zodiac cruise in the north Weddell Sea at the tip of the Antarctic Peninsula amid a field of icebergs, sea ice, and humpback whales. Even though it was 8:00 pm, there was still a lingering twilight. We carefully climbed out of the zodiac to set foot on an ice flow smaller than a football field. We were among the first and the very last people on earth to ever set foot on that exact spot and piece of melting ice. It was one of those surreal moments we will cherish for the rest of our lives. This piece of melting ice was a good analogy for how fragile Antarctica is right now, and it made us feel fragile on this speck of ice in such a vast inhospitable place.

 

The guides scouting out a landing site
on "our" ice flow

Surprises? One of our surprises about this trip so far is just how little free time we had. When we weren't on shore or in the zodiacs, there was always a lecture from one of the 18 guides/zodiac drivers from all over the world with a combined Antarctic guiding experience of 129 years. Most of them also had advanced degrees in marine biology, geology, ornithology, oceanography, and more. The most interesting presentation was on krill, the small crustaceans that are the food source for many creatures up the food chain. The funniest was about penguin poop projectiles.

 We had two special guests aboard. One was Alastair Forthegill, the executive producer of BBC’s Frozen Planet series. He gave us insights into how they filmed various scenes of the series and the Disney movie, Steve. The other was the head of British Bureau of Infectious Diseases, the UK’s equivalent of Dr. Anthony Fauci. He talked about the spread of Avian influenza which is now affecting sea mammals in the Antarctic region, especially in South Georgia where we had to abort a shore landing because of a huge die-off of seals.

 

Fortuna Bay, South Georgia, where we had to
abort a landing due to a seal die-off from
the avian flu.

Our favorite communal part of the day was the 6:00 pm briefing where all 170 of us and the guides gathered over drinks to review where we’ve been, what we saw, the upcoming weather, and the plans for the next day.  It was a cat and mouse game with big weather and ice situations, so our plans frequently changed, often serendipitously.

 The things we most love about travel is meeting people, culture, history, and architecture—and food of course! While short of the architecture part, we’ve met a lot of interesting fellow travelers and learned a lot about Antarctica’s history and the stories behind its explorers and whaling. (Ask us anything about Shackleton). And the food had a good selection of Indian and Asian food, some fish species we have never had before, as well as tempting European deserts. Kathy lost five pounds, I gained one.

Firman, our cabin steward
from Jakarta Indonesia

 But on the cultural side, we befriended several of the housekeeping and wait staff who hail from India, Nicaragua, Indonesia, China, and the Philippines, and it’s been fun learning about their families and lives at home and trying to brush up on our rusty Indonesian.  They work nine months of the year here and on arctic expeditions, but they all say they make much more than they possibly could with a similar land-based job back home or on a large cruise ship.

Polar plunge. A video clip from
the vantage point of the
mudroom is on
the photo link below

 And oh yes, I did do the polar plunge, along with about 80 other shipmates. They played the Stones’ Start Me Up while we queued up in the mudroom. It was so fun. The cold shock quickly wore off into a warm glow as we swapped stories with complementary shots of vodka afterward. I should have done a cannonball.

These brief words, my daily journal (available upon request), these photos, and five Facebook and Instagram posts can’t begin to describe the totality of this experience. Our expectations were exceeded beyond measure.  It was the trip of a lifetime!

           

             "What We Can While We Can, What We Could While We Could”

 Here is a link to more photos and brief video clips, mostly in chronological order. They are best enjoyed on something larger than a phone.  (Warning: The penguins really know how to ham it up!) About 5% of the photos in the link are not mine. For more commentary and photos, please check out my five Facebook posts @ron.kelemen  or my Instagram @kelemenron.

 

Goodbye St. Albans; Off to a New Adventure

Warming up at a pub on New Years Day

We’ve been mostly enjoying our past month in St. Albans, UK where our 3 ½ year old grandchild Hazel and her parents live. With a population of 148,000 and average housing prices of £604,400 ($769,760 US), it is one of the most affluent places to live in the UK. Keep in mind that these are mostly row houses of 1500 square feet or less, and a lot of residents live in apartments.

We find it very bicycle and pedestrian friendly, and it seems like we are always encountering baby strollers and toddler scooters. Parks and playgrounds are everywhere. As son-in-law Alan said, “People live in London to start their careers, then move to St. Albans and smaller suburban cities to raise a family.”  Being just 40 minutes by train to central London, I’m sure Covid had something to do with it as well.

The 612-year old High Street
clock tower at Christmas

We love its “High Street,” the name given to the center of most town squares where most of the eateries and shopping occurs. It is at the top of a hill, about three blocks long, two blocks wide and almost completely pedestrian.  Farmers markets happen all year about two-three times per week.  The population is about 90% white and 4% South Asian, but we hear a lot of Eastern Europe and Middle East accents. High Street and St. Albans have many ethnic restaurants including at least a dozen north Indian restaurants, a Bangladeshi one (our favorite), Japanese, Thai, French, Turkish, Greek and several Middle Eastern.  This is in addition to countless pubs and Italian places. Dining out is actually cheaper than in the States.  Usually no tipping is involved, but the nicer places for a full meal sometimes add a 10% service charge. Wine is cheaper.

With 3,000 years of continuous human habitation, St. Albans was the site of England’s most important Roman settlement and the place where hot cross buns were invented. We can still walk among the ruins and see some cool things in a museum at the heart of the settlement just 1.5 miles from Shanti and Alan’s home.

For security & privacy reasons, it's not their
home or street. But it's typical.

And speaking of historic structures, it feels like we are living in one.  Their 100-year-old, 16- foot row house is always in need of repairs and more heat.
So, between walking Hazel to and from nursery school every day (except during Christmas week and weekends), cooking, laundry with no dryer, and grocery shopping, we’ve been busy with home repairs. Considering that we are complete home-improvement screw-ups and lack proper tools, everything takes longer than it should.

It's not what you think! 

We journeyed here two times 

to find screws to fix a broken

Ikea cupboard door. Just what

we home improvement 

screw-ups needed.

But it wasn’t all work. We read our four or five daily digital newspapers, went to the gym regularly, caught up on The Crown, played cutthroat pinochle with Shanti and Alan, and went to London three times.  Once for the British Museum to see the Rosetta Stone and the stolen Elgin Marbles, one for the Tate modern art museum, and to Buckingham Palace. Even we anti royalists were very impressed. (No photos were allowed.)  We also spent a lot of money and time—mostly at High Street—getting the proper equipment for our next adventure to Antarctica that we either forgot or didn’t know to get before we left home.  But at least Road Scholar told us at almost the last minute.

Cha & Nasta, our favorite lunch eatery serving
Bangladeshi street food.  We've become good
acquaintances with Rahena, the co-owner.

And interspersed with all the above tasks and fun, we were remotely trying to deal with Kathy’s almost 99-year-old mom in memory care.  We had to move her there from assisted living four days before we flew here.  She’s been such a difficult resident that her costs have skyrocketed to the point where she has exhausted all her assets. We’re running up a huge phone bill with Oregon DHS getting her Medicaid assistance. But the bright side is that we’ve worked with some wonderful and caring human beings at the State who are making it easy on us. They make public employees look great!

It was a joy to celebrate Christmas through the eyes of a child again!  Hazel is a lot of fun, but also a lot of work. And she definitely has a mind of her own. As much as we think she loves us, she said that she is looking forward to more “Mummy and Daddy time” once we leave. Shanti and Alan have long, stressful days so we try to pick up the slack as much as possible. Little does Hazel know that our absence will mean more time in nursery school and less with parents who need to cook, clean, shop, and do chores.

Christmas morning and a Bluey playhouse

So, goodbye St. Albans.  We’ll miss Hazel, Shanti, and Alan. We’ll miss St. Albans, its environs, its delicious bread, and unfailingly polite people. We’ll miss the small cars and relatively quiet road noise without the din of oversized  loud pickup trucks, unmuffled motorcycles, and souped-up low-rider drag racers at home.  And we'll miss the absence of unhoused people that are so omnipresent at home. But we won’t miss the potholes, narrow roads, crazy roundabouts, right-hand drive, and the dark and dreary weather.  On to Antarctica, where it is summer and slightly warmer!

Here's a link to just a few additional photos.

"What We Can, While We Can; What We Could While We Could"

PS:  It's been almost six months since my last post.  So what happened since then? I had rotator cuff surgery August 30.  Recovery is coming along, but slow and uneven. Hazel, Shanti, Alan visited us in September and we had the joy of introducing Hazel to camping and 'smores. A week later, daughter Skyler joined all of us for a week in central Oregon. Then three days before we flew to the UK, we had to move Kathy's mom into memory care.

Four generations before Kathy's mom
really started going downhill

Roasting marshmallows in a sling
at Silver Falls State Park 

Six Observations on Another Cross-Country Road Trip, 2023 Version

Outside the Gettysburg Museum

 We're back now from our 4th cross-country road trip since 2016.  This one was shorter: 6,993 miles and 33 days.  And it was the first time we drove straight home without any layovers, taking nine full days of driving.

Each time we have taken a different route: across Canada, through the South, or upper Midwest.  This time we took a lower Midwest route which enabled us to bicycle a couple segments of the Katy Trail, a rails-to-trails path through central Missouri. It also gave us the opportunity to tour the Eisenhower and Truman presidential museums/libraries, Mark Twain's home, and Gettysburg, which also had Eisenhower's farm and retirement home. Somehow, we dodged the heat, floods, most of the wildfire smoke--except in Gettysburg and South Dakota.

Part way through our trip I published a blog with photos about the Eisenhower Museum and one about the Riding the Katy Trail.

The Eisenhower Museum

At a trailhead of the Kathy Trail, a State Park
that is 240 miles long and 100 feet wide

Our ultimate destination was daughter Skyler's home in northwest MA in the Berkshire mountains. This was the highlight of our trip. What made it so fun is all of her friends, plus daughter Feruza from New York and Nati and Jasmine Zavala from Washington DC.  And the food!  The photo link below reflects remarkable restraint in not including photos of all that we ate or drank. Besides eating , playing on the lake, and hiking, we saw James Taylor and heard the Boston Symphony at the Tanglewood festival.

The Becket estate and fun house

Hanging out on Little Robin Lake, Becket MA

At the James Taylor concert before the rain

One of several group-cooked meals

Adult Garden Games

I was going to wax eloquently about the whole experience.  But I reviewed previous posts and concluded that they conveyed many of our thoughts about what it's like to drive across the US and back.  The links to some are at the bottom, and I encourage you to read them. If nothing else, the photos say a lot.

But I have a few observations and takeaways from this trip: 

First, camping is sociable again!  The contrast between this trip and our 2020 and 2021 camping was hard to miss.  People now talk to one another in stores, gas stations, truck stops, and especially in the campgrounds.  It felt so good to connect with strangers and watch kids play in the campground playgrounds.

We passed this in heavy winds in the Columbia
Gorge.  It caught up with us in Idaho the next day.

Second, there are many more and larger RV's.  People are camping again, and living large on the road. We speculate that this was pent up demand from Covid restrictions and the supply chain issues of 2021. Some of the people we visited with now live in their 5th-wheels or motorhomes by choice full time, but some by necessity.

Third, there are many more wind turbines.  They are no longer just in the West, but all the way to the East Coast.  That also made for some tense moments passing the big rigs carrying the towers and blades. And speaking of wind, this year it seemed like we were constantly battling crosswinds, headwinds, and gusts.   

Fourth, there is more traffic, especially trucks.  People are back on the road again.  With 80 mph speed limits in some states, trucks passing us--especially in windy conditions--were good reasons to grip the wheel firmly.

Lunch stop with the Big Dogs

Fifth:  roads are better and under construction.  Difficult construction zones we passed through in 2021 are now smooth as glass.  But more than the last three trips combined, we spent many miles in construction zones.  On a 487-mile drive to Gettysburg, we encountered a 25-mile one-lane construction zone up and down the curvyAllegheny mountain roads.

Sixth:  America is BIG and beautiful, and--inspite of our divineness,  it's people are still  friendly. I said this in the previous posts (linked below) but it is worth repeating.  Although we completely missed the desert Southwest this time, the contrasts are what make it so beautiful and interesting.  We loved watching the landscape transition behind the windshield within hours or days.

Downtown Welcome, MN in the distance

We kept losing track to time and
place, so we used this white
board in the trailer.

As always, it feels good to be home reconnecting with friends and enjoying the comforts of home.  And it feels great to not be behind the wheel or in an overly-cozy trailer.  But I'm sure that within a week or two, we'll get the itch to hit the road and go camping again.

Here is the link to our curated photos, more or less in chronological order. 

And if you're interested in our comments from other trips, here are four more posts with photos.  They were more expansive and better said than in this post:

Reflections on a Cross-Country Road Trip from 2016

The Vast Midwest from 2019

Six Weeks and 8,800 Miles, Back to Eden! from 2019

Only 2500 Miles to Go from 2021

"What We Can, While We Can; What We Could While We Could."

Riding the Katy Trail

Cabooses often mark one of the 31 trailheads

 We’ve been fans of rails to trails for several years. They are basically abandoned railroad lines converted into walking and bicycle paths, made possible by the National Trails System Act of 1983. It preserves abandoned rail corridors through "railbanking," until funds can be raised to develop them into public paths. 

We’ve ridden quite a few of them, Our favorite is the Hiawatha Trail from the Montana border down to Wallace ID through numerous tunnels and over several trestles.  But the most famous one of all is the Katy Trail, over 240 miles long across much of central Missouri. It’s in the Rails-to-Trails Hall of Fame (organized by the wonderful Trail Link app), and rightfully so.  When planning our biennial cross-country road to the Berkshires of MA to see daughters Skyler and Feruza, we decided to try a couple segments of it.

Unlike many of our other adventures,
it was impossible  to get lost on the Katy Trail

Telegraph post from 1870

Nicknamed the Katy,  the Missouri-Kansas-Texas Railroad (MKT) began in the 1870s, and ran through much of the Missouri River valley by the 1890s. It provided a vital link between the agriculture of central Missouri and the quickly developing American southwest. The last train ran in 1986.  

Through a lot of lobbying, fundraising, and persistence, the trail was finally converted to public use in 1999 and made into a very linear state park, 240 miles long by about 100 feet wide. Many of its 31 trailheads have cabooses from the MKT trains that plied the route as well as fascinating historical signs and a surviving depot buildings. We spotted some telegraph posts from 1870 along the trail, and marveled at the backbreaking work in the heat and humidity to elevate the grade above the wetlands.

A well-appointed trailhead at Clinton

The first day we rode about 38 miles in high humidity and 90 degree temperatures. The dust from the crushed limestone rail bed  coated the spouts to our water bottles and gummed up our gears.  But the novelty of it all made it fun until the return trip after a heavy lunch in Clinton, MO. We’re out of shape and our butts got sore.  Glad we decided not to ride the entire route, like some people do!

 

Along the path from Windsor to Clinton

One of the more boring and hot parts
of the Windsor to Clinton segment

Our second forays were based out of New Franklin, next to Boonville, founded by Daniel Boone's sons. 

Booneville:  The old RR bridge is in the background

We caught a beautiful sunset over the Missouri River the first night. For the third leg we drove to Rocheport, and cycled 17 miles along cliffs, the Missouri River and some Lewis and Clark campsites.  It was much cooler that day, shaded half the way by a dense deciduous canopy. We had limestone cliffs on one side and the mighty Missouri on the other.

Lewis & Clark campsite

Missouri River

Refreshing shade

Limestone cliffs part of the way

 

Mark Twain's childhood home

With our early start and quick finish we decided to break camp and head north to Hannibal, birthplace of Samuel Clemens, aka Mark Twain.  Very interesting, but we don’t know how people got along back in the day without air conditioning.  Life when he was a kid was tough, but not as tough as it was for the slaves that worked for his family in his very early childhood. 

Well worth the read!

We've been listening to a fascinating audio book called These Truths--History of the United States by Harvard history professor Jill Lepore. She explores the origins of our divided nation and traces much of it to racism and all the compromises about slavery necessary to form this nation.  We highly recommend a print version, as she is a wonderful writer, but not a good narrator.

Update

And as an update from to the last post about the Eisenhower museum a few days ago, we toured the Harry S. Truman museum the next day. We found them both similar and yet different. Both pointed themselves in a good light and offered good perspectives from the standpoint of the First Ladies. Ike's seemed to have more emphasis on his pre-presidential days listing every posting he had since WWI.  Harry's had more focus on all the crises he and the US had ending the war and dealing with the new nuclear age, Korea, and the emerging civil rights movement.  

"Give 'em Hell" Harry

The Truman Museum and Library

As an interesting coincidence, Harry roomed with Ike's brother in college. Also, Ike's first choice was to attend the Navel Academy, but he was too old, so he went to West Point instead.  History would have been a lot different if Ike had joined the Navy!

Sunset on the Missouri from an abandoned 
RR bridge

          

At one of the trailheads

 "What We Can, While We Can; What We Could, While We Could"