March 31, 2016 – Outdoor Adventures

It turned out to be a significant rain. When I got up they were saying it would be ending shortly. I enjoyed a couple cups of real coffee and 3 PBJ sandwiches, toasted.

There was water standing in a field. It was very lucky timing that I was indoors, nice and dry. The rain had stopped completely by the time I started walking.

On a prior hike I quoted an experienced hiker who mentioned that you’re going to have some aches and pains and discomforts in your feet and legs, but it’s just part of the game as long as those pains “move around” without becoming chronic. So far, so good!

I started noticing more and more box elder trees today. And then, in late morning, I could see the Capitol on the skyline.

I was taking a break at the turnoff to Jefferson City when Norman Miller of the Missouri River Paddlers told me Joe Wilson, a hero to the Paddlers, was interested in anything he could do for me. So I hiked a mile or two to the river. When I arrived Joe beat me to the phone call and sent his buddy Kevin over to pick me up just a few minutes later. Kevin INSISTED on treating me to burgers and fries saying “this is from Joe.” So thanks to Kevin, Joe, Norman and the Paddlers for the support!

Joe Wilson’s Serenity Point (Noren River Access)

My camp is next to the river in the trees, with a view of the Capitol building.

Clark

June 2nd…I measured the Osage & Missouris at this place made ther width as follows, the Missoure 875 yd. wide The Osage R 397 yds. wide…I assended the hill…on the top is 2 graves, or mouns, a Delightfull prospect from this hill which Comds. both rivers. George Drewyer & John Shields who we had Sent with the horses by Land on the N Side joined us this evening much worsted, they being absent Seven Days depending on their gun, the greater part of the time rain, they were obliged to raft or Swim many Creeks, those men gave a flattering account of the country…our hunters kill Several Deer to day, Some Small licks on the S E of the Osage River.

Trip overview and map:

https://bucktrack.com/Lewis_and_Clark_Trail.html

It was pleasantly mild when I woke up. I started packing early and since I was ready to go before real daylight, I took a good look around with my little LED for anything I might have left. I found a green sock and a moment later the tent stake I thought I’d never see again. All tent stakes, and most smaller items should be brightly colored, and all tent stakes should have a bright, contrasting loop on them.
I’ve been passing lots of wineries, but it struck me I haven’t been seeing the vineyards. They must be on the flats on top of the cliffs.
About noon I arrived at the tiny town of Mokane, passing the old timey stone jail. After the builder finished it he went on a drunk, and thus became the jail’s first occupant.
The general store had 1/2 gallons of ice cream at a bargain, but I opted for a large fish sandwich, a bottle of chocolate milk and a box of crackers for the road. An old fisherman came over to show the storekeep the giant panfish he’d caught. The flood of ’93 flooded much of the town but not the store, only lapping at the steps. Apparently most local people have moved out of the flood plain.
It rained while I was in the store but stopped before I headed back to the trail. A storm was looming though, and with 9 miles to go I was unlikely to make it to the next town before it hit. I made a plan to walk it with breaks every three miles.
After the second break the storm was still looming. Then thunderstorm began to rumble and flash and I could smell the rain coming, then see it coming across the fields. I grabbed my raincoat, put it on and hustled for town just a few hundred yards away getting pounded by rain. I was looking for the Turner Katy Trail Shelter. Seeing no mention of it at the trailhead I walked, head down, into the tiny town.
There it is! A young black guy was sitting in a pickup. He rolled down his window.

“Are you staying at the shelter?”

“Yeah.”

“The key is hidden over there.” He pointed.

“Thanks!”

“Sure thing.”
I walked in dripping. It’s a large, two story building. I’m the only one here. I got a nice, hot shower then washed all my hiking clothes with shampoo in the sink, wrung them out and hung it to dry.

Turner Katy Trail Shelter

Last I saw it was still raining hard. My first night under a roof. I’m lucky!
Clark

Sunday May 27th as we were Setting out this morning two Canoos loaded with Bever elk Deer Skins & Buffalow Robes, from the Mahars [Omaha] nation, they inform that they left that place 2 months…

Clark, May 29

had the Perogues loaded and all perpared to Set out at 4 oClock after finishing the observations & all things necessary found that one of the hunters had not returned, we deturmined to proceed on & leave one perogue to wate for him, accordingly at half past four we Set out and came on 4 miles & camped on the Lbd Side above a Small Creek Called Deer Creek, Soon after we came too we heard Several guns fire down the river, we answered them by a Discharge of a Swivile on the Bow

Clark

May 31st Thursday 1804 rained the greater part of last night, the wind from the West raised and blew with great force untile 5 oClock p.m.which obliged us to lay by a Cajaux of Bear Skins and pelteries came down from the Grand Osarge, one french man one Indian, and a Squar, they had letters from the man Mr. Choteau Sent to that part of the Osarge Nation Settled on Arkansa River mentioning that his letter was Commited to the flaims, the Inds. not believeing that the Americans had possession of the Countrey they disregarded St Louis & their Supplies &c.—Several rats of Considerable Size was Cought in the woods to day—Capt Lewis went out to the woods & found many curious Plants & Srubs, one Deer killed this evening