Carlinville, Illinois

Washed the bike a bit in the morning, went into town, and said goodbye.
Back to the farmhouse to pick up my gear, and say goodbye to Bailey, a big rust colored dog, who loves to hang out in the rain, and then wonder why no one is petting her. She was a cool dog.
Tried to wait for some sunshine, but none was coming, so I headed off with Saint Louis as my intended destination before nightfall. A huge barge (actually several barges, attached somehow), was coming up the Mississippi river, as I passed LeClaire Iowa. The weather took a turn for the worse, and I got pretty wet, combined with 60 degrees and 70 mile an hour wind on the interstate, bbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. About 60 miles from St Loius, I said no no no! Thats enough! Checked into a hotel in Carlinville, Illinois, and got some heat back in my bones.