Missouri Loves Company: Leaving St. Louis, and the train ride home to Chicago.

This post is part of a series on bike touring across Missouri on the Katy Trail. Check out other posts here, and follow my touring partner JP Bevin's blog No Life Like This Life for even more photos and his reflections on our misadventure.


A long day and a late night of waffles and beer made our 8am train all the more unpleasant to think about, but when settling into our hostel beds JP and I did well at setting just about 300 alarms on our phones- just to make sure we woke up. We were woken up far earlier, when at some point in the middle of the night a drunken couple stumbled into the men's quarters where we and our bikes were put up. It woke JP and I up immediately, confused but hey maybe they were staying there and we just didn't see their bags. Typical drunk stuff- stumbling, giggling, and finally the dude loudly suggested they put on music, at which point JP started yelling at them and I joined in quickly. I guess they thought they were alone in the room, because our sudden eruptions scared the shit out of them and they ran for the door.

It only made St. Louis that much more endearing to me.

My alarms were preceded by an automated text letting me know our train was two hours delayed- again, not surprising to me, but I relayed the message to JP and caught up in the Internet as he slept away and hit snooze every nine minutes when his phone's alarm would go off.

I was happy to be back on a train, this ine in particular due to the amazing, ancient, elevated tracks it rides on while leaving St. Louis for Chicago. The city had been covered in a blanket of fog all morning, but now the sun was finally cutting through the haze and giving everything this ethereal light quality. We couldn't stop taking pictures.

I'm already tinkering around with when I can make it back to Missouri to tackle the Katy Trail once more. This adventure was a great teacher, and I have a lot of ideas for how to make the ride more fun and more challenging in a way that doesn't involve pushing through boggy, sandy, gravel for ten hours.