Missouri is rich in small historic towns along the Missouri River. These little towns struggle to survive, but survive they do. We’ve been trying to stay close to home in our “get-aways” and support our beautiful Missouri.
Rocheport is one of our favorite little towns. It was a trading post for both settlers and Native Americans in the early 19th Century. It is the home of 150 adults, 50 children, 20 dogs, and 15 cats.
It is located along the beautiful Missouri River, and the KATY Trail (a 225 hiking/biking trail that stretches across most of the state).
The KATY trail is part of a rails to trails project, and used to be the MKT Railroad line. See the bracings of this bridge? It really doesn’t look as if it would be able to support a train, does it? I think I’ll walk, thank you very much.
There are train tunnels…
… and goofy ladies…
Historic homes turned into historic shops…
…with everything you could ever want available (at a price…)
And of course, a winery. One of our many favorites.
The Les Bourgeois winery overlooks the downright beautiful Missouri River. As we sipped our wine, we listened to the sounds of a barge making its way up the river.
To the left is Interstate 70. The bridge you see here is one I have had several encounters with. It is patched and re-patched, and I believe held together with super glue and duct tape. Years ago, in the middle of a terrible rainstorm, I was traveling as part of my job, heading to Kansas City. I had almost made it to the end of the bridge when I heard a horrible bang and found myself struggling to keep my car under control. The semi in the lane next to me immediately pulled over too. It turned out that I had hit a chunk of concrete that had been used as part of the road fill process and flung it into the side of the semi. My right front wheel had literally buckled under the impact. I never made it to Kansas City that day.
My other encounter with this bridge was during the flood of 92. Even though Rocheport is about 45 miles from my home, this bridge was my alternate path to get to work (the total trip took over 3 hours). The bridge at Jefferson City had already been taken by the flood. As I drove across this bridge, I could see the water seeping through the roadway. It was an even scarier experience than the rogue concrete!