On the ride, Diane spied an iridescent green snake (a
northern rough green snake), but it slithered away before Rob could take a photo. We saw three other snakes – two garter snakes
and a glossy black snake (a Western Ratsnake).
Diane almost rode over a young squirrel, which grew ever more confused
about which way to go as she approached.
Rob dared to investigate the innards of an old rock-faced bunker built
by the railroad to store explosives.
We arrived in good time at the very lovely Schoolhouse Inn,
where all of our needs have been met -including a chauffeured ride to the Les
Bourgeoise for dinner. The entree was
les blah, but the dessert (gluten free chocolate torte with candied walnuts and
raspberry sorbet for Diane and hard root beer float for Rob) was par exsalonce. A woman cyclist from Texas, also staying at
The Schoolhouse, joined us for the dinner and having made the same selections
as Diane also came to the same conclusion.
Now back at our B&B and in the midst of doing laundry
plus writing the blog, we feel we have finally found the rhythm of the ride –
just as we are about to finish. C’est la vie, Diane and Rob
Paul guides us out of Jefferson City and back toward the Katy Trail
Barge on Missouri as we cross the bridge.
Headed down the square spiral ramp
(At Diane's insistence, a pic showing that Rob can actually ride his bike. Photo courtesy of Paul)
Scooting up river with a nice tailwind. 
Bluff outside of Rocheport, Mo.
Railroad's bunker for explosives.
Leaving you with a softer image to dwell upon.
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