I didn't finish strapping down my recumbent bicycles to the top of the car until about ten (in the Dunn Lumber parking lot for light). I then drove overnight to GFred's house with a midnight stop at the Starved Rock Lock & Dam to watch a tow boat pass through. It was dawn by the time I was nearing Chester, so I turned off route 3 at Ellis Grove to take my favorite river road.
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Where, in the early morning mist, I drove past the Pierre Menard Home.
I then went up to the picnic shelter in Fort Kaskaskia for a view of the Mississippi.
Later, on the way into Chester, I had to stop and catch this.
Two thirds of the way across Missouri, the rattling that was coming from above ceased as a piece of the seat of one of my bikes went bouncing out on the pavement (fortunately, the guy behind me missed it). We later replaced the part with a an old towel rack we found in Uncle Bob's garage.
Around 4 A.M. I was awakend by some sharp turns and a few expletives. We were in the middle of Denver on I70. I quickly directed GFred on to Highway 58, which took us straight to my favorite Citgo station on Washington Avenue in Golden. There we filled up, hit the rest rooms, bought a ton of food, and set out for our favorite "we've just arrived in the mountains" trip up...
Clear Creek Canyon (and Colorado Highway 6). At 5 A.M. there are no casino busses!
We stopped for the sights, the sounds, and the smell.
By the time we hit the summit, the clouds had closed in again, but we were still happy to be there
It was only a drizzle, so we took umbrellas.
Main street was blocked off. Something was afoot... well, it was Saturday night in the middle of july!
It turned out to be "Music On Main," a free rock concert.