After our departure from the Dead Flying Squirrel, I was really excited to hit up St. Louis. Neither of us had ever been to the arch, so we decided it was something worth adding to the list. Just outside of the city, I barely caught a sign for "microbrewery" so naturally, we pulled off at the next exit. We found ourselves in the quaint little town of St. Charles, Missouri. The only person I think would love this town more then me is Ashley. It was a mix between Boulder's fun college atmosphere and Estes Park's fresh and cozy mountain feel.
When we pulled in it was raining, but not too hard, my favorite weather. "Trailhead Brewery," where we stopped in for a beer, was really cool and much needed after the drive. After a nourishing break, we weren't quite ready to get back in the car so we grabbed the dog and decided to do some exploring.
Halfway through our walk, it starting raining again, but we didn't care it was awesome. The town was so cozy and beautiful with this gigantic raging river running right through the middle. We stumbled upon this beautiful open park that turned out to be an old abandoned railroad station. I thought this was way cool so we went snooping around the old train station and tracks. I wish I would have had the camera with me because this was probably one of my favorite moments of the entire trip.
We stayed in a hotel in St. Charles that night, and the next day we went into St. Louis. Much too city for Dillon, so of course I loved it. It reminded me a lot of Denver, but the pretty parts of Denver not the scuzzy ones. The arch was really impressive. It was right on the river, which was overflowing into the city. Yes, you read correctly, St. Louis was kind of flooding. It was weird, the river was so high that the ramps usually leading down the the river were completely flooded and the water level was about even with the street we were walking on next to it. In fact, when we went to leave we turned the corner to get back onto the highway and the street was completely overflowing with water! Dillon and I were pretty confused as to why their were no cops or any signs closing the road off, but we didn't want to take our chances so we turned around to go a different way.
The thing I will most remember about the arch, however, was our damn dog. The expression, "when you gotta go you gotta go" became a reality for us when right in the middle of this historic landmark--and I mean actually directly in the middle, dead center under the arch where families are gathered taking photographs, people are waiting in line to go up to the top of the arch, small children are playing--Avery decides it's the perfect opportunity to embarrass the shit out of us. This wasn't even a poop people. Our dog DESTROYED that arch. There wasn't even anything we could pick up. People were staring in disgust. I was mortified. So we did the only thing there was to do...we lost it laughing. Two stupid kids, watching their dog crap all over this landmark, laughing our asses off and doing absolutely nothing to stop it. It was only when a rent-a-cop started heading our way that we decided it was probably time to leave. Oh, Avery.
Wow... I just cried from laughing so hard.
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