Missouri was all rusty orange and brown. Everywhere. From the foliage of the trees to the dirt to the bluffs to the distinctive stonework seen over and over and over. As Ernie said, it was the color of an orange left to dry. 

We headed out Friday morning after I got a bit of work done. We took the highway until we got close to St. Louis. We stopped in Collinsville to take a picture of the giant catsup bottle because, well, it's a giant catsup bottle.

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We were hoping to avoid St. Louis traffic but ended up getting caught in it anyway. We've done enough wandering around Illinois that it now takes us a while to get to new territory. Add daylight savings time into that and we didn't get a whole lot that first day.  A few things though, like this beautiful old grain elevator in St. Jacob, Missouri.

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Lu-Bob's was beautiful, but sadly, we were not hungry.
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The bones of this house go back to 1793, with remodeling in the 1830's, and then the second floor in the 1890's. Just outside the stunning French town of Ste. Genevieve.
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Just one of the many, many abandoned motels we passed.
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Just a hint of the coming sunset at this beautiful little church.
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We trundled on to our hotel, got checked in and found someplace to have a drink and relax. Delightful little restaurant and bar called Tractors. Beautiful old back bar and booths. I asked the bartender if they were original to the building but she had no idea. We had a drink, watched people and then got some dinner to go. A perfectly ripe pear we'd brought with us, and a piece of chocolate made a fine dessert.

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Onward.

 

Thoughts?