After getting another couple hundred miles behind us, we stopped in Hannibal, MO, home of Mark Twain.
The curve of the Mississippi is indeed quite beautiful here, and we wandered around the historic[al] downtown area for a while, even the steps all the way up to the lighthouse. The heat and humidity were astonishing, so we took a break at a local bar; I even got to practice my burgeoning small-talk skills with a local guy who wanted to greet the strange faces in his usual hang-out. Then we retired to a nearby hotel whose high-speed internet access and air conditioning proved too much of a lure. Sure, I’m a wuss, but at least I already have tomorrow’s campground picked out. In general, if the heat and humidity continues like this, we might be doing hotels every other day, just to stay sane and moderately hygenic.