Throughout the cold-snap affecting the north eastern United States we notice that the usual expression "have a nice day" when you depart a business has been universally replaced by "keep warm". TV, radio and print media are full of "be careful" and "stay indoors", but we haven't noticed any exhortations to say "keep warm". We don't know how this has become so common! Maybe we don't use the right apps? The news is now pointing out how the temperatures are lower than at the south pole! One hundred year records have been broken.
As we head south, following the Great River Road on one side or the other, keeping warm is becoming just slightly easier. The polar vortex has gone somewhere else. It's not that temperatures are rising much, but we just feel that it is just a little bit less bitter. In the Quad Cities IL/IA, for example, we were prepared to park and rush into shops, cafes and bars without our full compliment of clothing on. Maybe we are getting acclimatised, but the temperatures were still well below zero in Celcius.
Over three days, we made the drive from Dubuque IA to St. Louis MO, with overnights at the Quad Cities and Hannibal MO. When we are on the west side of the river, we are in Iowa, then Missouri. On the east side, it's Illinois all the way. We swap from one side to the other based on the towns we want to visit, and where the light is, for photographs. But the sky is mostly grey and the light isdead. Sunshine increasingly became a rare commodity. For the first time, we saw clear water on the Mississippi River at about Port Byron, IL. But the water was still mostly thinly frozen and no sign of any attempts at navigation. No ice fisherman any more - we suppose the ice is too thin. The countryside is still 100% snow covered. We made some navigational blunders following the river road stretch from the Quad Cities to Hannibal. The area is called "yellow banks" which we assume is a reference to the endless cornfields which are, at the moment, covered in snow. We were slowed down by a snowstorm and a whiteout for about half an hour. We did see an unexpected covered bridge somewhere in Henderson County, and the huge Mormon Temple in the tiny riverside town of Nauvoo was an amazing sight. The river was really wide along here. And departing Hannibal, we had to deviate from our planned riverside route because of a train derailment. We passed some pretty towns on the Illinois side of the river, and managed to miss entirely the supposedly must-see village of Elsha.
Wherever we stay at night, we have adopted the habit of calling into a bar somewhere within walking distance (if possible) of our hotel. We get tips from the hotel receptionist and the app Yelp. Our drinking habits have solidified. Clare chooses a cocktail from the menu, and Mike has taken to ordering Jim Beam neat. It's cheaper than drinking Glenfiddich, and much more available. We are enjoying these bar visits - we go to trouble to engage the bar-keeper in conversation - this is not difficult because they know it helps them get a better tip. Mostly, barmen and servers easily recognise that we are not locals, but they can rarely guess correctly where we are from. A waitress at the Crumbles Cafe in Savanna IL seemed to think we were the most unusual customers she had ever dealt with - it's a small town way off the tourist trail!
The Quad Cities straddle the Iowa/Illinois border and comprise Davenport (where we stayed), Bettendorf IA, Moline (where we found a good Walmart) and Rock Island IL (where we got lost getting out of town). Our Great River Road bible Road Trip USA by Jamie Jensen, had warned us that the Quad Cities was an "enormous sprawl". We didn't hang around here any longer than necessary, but, superficially, we'd agree with that assessment.
Hannibal MO is the boyhood hometown of Mark Twain, and it has the cutest historical downtown. On our visit, you could shoot a cannon up the main street and not hit anyone. Then we realised, this is a tourist town that may only come alive on weekends. Some shops were only open Friday - Sunday. But we found an open cafe, Java Jive, where, despite language and nomenclature difficulties, they tried very hard (and succeeded) at getting our coffee order right.
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Approaching St. Louis, we had seen flocks of swans flying overhead with their necks outstretched in a beautiful formation, then we heard on the radio that rare Trumpeter Swans could be seen at West Alton on the northern outskirts of the city. These swans were hunted to near extinction decades ago, but are reported to be making a comeback. As we went through West Alton, we saw a bird sanctuary right at the intersection of the Missouri and Mississippi Rivers, and went into it. Lo and behold, we spied some of the endangered species on a rare patch of open water. There was only one other car there, and they had a camera with a much longer lens than ours! This tiny encounter with rare wildlife was a major highlight of the day.
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