A peaceful morning arrived. I hadn’t slept well; probably need something better than that bed pad, plus there was distant but loud noise, possibly port operations or a pipeline manufacturer nearby.
I left my boots in the tent vestibule. Good thing I remembered to shake them out first this morning: one had a frog.
My campsite in the morning light.
I had a couple small-town diner stops. Over the years I’ve learned a few signs for good, solid meal choices in small towns. Finding this on the table is often a good one.
I saw a lot of fields and farm equipment. I call this “Great Plains rush hour.”
That’s it for this leg of the trip. I’m in St Louis until Sunday for a conference. Back on the road Sunday afternoon.