Every state has a sign like this telling you that you are on the GRR. This one is from Iowa.
One of our several crossings of the Mississippi.
This is JB, our gangster tour guide in St. Paul. He was great at filling in the lulls. We had a little fender bender. A car skidded into the back of our bus at a red light. She lost her brakes. He entertained us for about 45 minutes while the police did their job and we were stuck on the bus. We really had a good time.
We went into a cave dug into the wall near the river that was turned into a speakeasy in the 20's.
This is the main room that gangsters use to hang out in eating dinner and drinking hooch with the St. Paul police's blessing.
This is the side room of the speakeasy.
The church of St. Paul.
Inside St. Paul
Some of the beautiful scenery in the city center.
We took a river boat tour for lunch one day.
They have built condos on parts of the river.
The boat we rode in that day.
The next day we went to see Hairspray at a dinner theater. It was GREAT. I laughed so hard my cheeks hurt.
More river. The colors are beginning to really show.
I've had trouble getting internet access until now. And Adventure Caravan has been keeping us busy. I'll blog Hannibel and St Louis at a later date. I'm pooped tonight. We spent eleven hours in and out of a bus today. I'll tell you all about it later.
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