Yesterday we called the RV park in Granite City, IL (across from St. Louis) and asked if we could come in sooner than our original reservation, no problem. So we headed east passing through St. Louis suburbs and then the city. First the skyline came into view, then the Gateway Arch and the Dome Stadium. We crossed the Mississippi one more time and were traveling on part of the original Route 66 that went from Chicago to California.
Our campground was a bit run down, former fishing camp (there was a large stocked pond that people still fished in), and there were mostly permanent residents. It had all the amenities we needed – full hook ups with 50 amp, close to St. Louis, several Elks Lodges for us to see and our friend Jane to visit.
The pond had a small flock of white geese and several Mallard ducks who Daisy loved to chase when they were on the bank. Even though the campers in the park looked run down and some of the people looked a little down on their luck, they were nice friendly folks. One fellow was proud of his motorhome that he bought for a steal and fixed up. He pained it with green and brown trees for when he goes hunting.