In an effort to write as much of my dissertation as possible before September, my traditional summer in Omaha has been reduced to one month, of which about one week remains. But I am happy to report that I've been packing in the fun, and I'm not gonna stop until 5/31. Last week Brooke and I went to Missouri to bike part of the Katy Trail, which was formerly the Missouri-Kansas-Texas railroad (known as the MKT or the Katy), but it is now one of the longest of the country's Rails-to-Trails corridors. And we did it up right. There was camping. And there was rain. And there was beef jerky. And there was road rash. And trappings of trains. Here are a few pictures.
The Missouri River at Boonville (formerly known as Boone's Lick and named for the sons of Daniel Boone, who ran a salt business there).
Geese, who hissed at us, and the goslings that motivated them to do so. Oh, geese. We came in peace.
Brooke and I found the Mouth of Gehenna.
We got sore. We got real wet. But we really enjoyed ourselves. Hope to do it again next year.
