I still feel surprised at how old I am. The person in the mirror doesn’t match the person inside. I imagine many of you feel similar. That’s one reason I like seeing old stuff that still looks good, even beautiful. I saw plenty of that today on old bridges leading into St. Louis. Here’s one example in a panorama picture. If you can, zoom in to appreciate the old beauty.
The song for today is for all my beautiful friends who have a similar reaction to mirrors. It’s called This Bag of Bones Ain’t Me.
The red marker shows my location at the end of June 10.
It was a short day of cycling, which I needed since it’d been about a week since giving my legs a rest.
Soon after I started cycling, I met a cycling group out for a 50 mile ride. They invited me to join them for snacks at the sag wagon.
Many grain silos have show up the River, but this is the first time I cycled between them.
Just beyond the silos, an attractive old downtown showed up.
Many miles were on top of a levee, great view.
I don’t know what tall structure is on the right, looked cool though.
For a moment, it looked like the barges appeared out of a hill.
Entering the 1st bridge of the day, in the distance on the left.
Going under the 1st bridge.
The 2nd bridge of the day. It’s on another cross-country route, called Route 66.
As the panorama above shows, there were 2 structures in the river. This is one. I think they were part of an older bridge.
Here’s the other structure, mentioned in the previosu picture.
An old bridge getting some TLC.
The large wall shows the trail I was on, near St. Louis. The large gate is a flood door, which closes when the River rises.
A younger bridge.
My path was blocked when I got close to St. Louis.