Trip Start Mar 09, 2013
68Trip End Mar 10, 2030
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We arrived at Steamboat Junction at dark last night. Clean showers in unique and uber clean little huts and rest rooms. Not another soul in sight. Everything seems to be on the honor system. We couldn't find any check in system, but there was a sign saying there were sodas and goodies in the fridge.
Early in the morning Sandra came up in a golf cart. She has worked in a library in St. Louis for 40 years. Same job, 40 years. They live in St. Louis and are only able to come on weekends to the trail. Hence, the honor system. There are snacks and cold drinks by the trail and you just put the money in the box. They say they rarely get stiffed.
In 1870 a steamboat wrecked in the Missouri and ran aground
She was a sweet lady, but we had a tough time getting away from her. Another late start.
We needed supplies, so Sandra told us where to stop. We had to take a trail from the Katy and cross a busy highway, but it wasn't too far. We got supplies, packed them up and visited with people in front of the store. Such nice people. All wishing me a happy Mother's Day tomorrow. We started up the driveway towards the busy road, Scott went to the middle, I went to the far right side. He lost control of his bike (wrong gear) and ran smack dab into me. Yep threw me off the bike. This time, only bruises, no blood. Bruised my rear, inner thigh, knee and elbow. Instant black. It threw my packs off. We were so embarrassed, that we threw the pack on and rode like a madmen until we hit the Katy, then we made sure I was ok and fixed my bike. He felt so bad.
We try not to ride on Sundays. So we we looking for a bed and breakfast place to crash, none available. Amazing. Then we realized this is a wine and cheese tasting area. Many wineries here. We went up on top of the dolomite cliffs to a camp called the Klondike. It was beautiful. We were looking for a camp and the ranger said none available. Yet right in front of us there was one without a reserved ticket. . She double checked and we got it. She had turned away several people. Yay, we got it.
Beautiful area. The camp sites are set up fairly close to each other. There was a young man sitting by a little fire. He was collecting wood from the brush, with signs everywhere saying not to do so. He seemed not to have a coat, no tent, but a small plastic tarp. We had nothing to give him to help keep him warm. It was a cold night. Luckily the lady in the camp next to him gave him a blanket. Even with that he had to be so cold.