All alone. September 28, miles – 24

I left Hannibal early and that was the last of anyone I would see that day. I passed a few barges and had a long wait at a lock. I don’t even think the lock men talked with me. I found a sandbar and stopped for the night. It was small, narrow and low but I preferred it over camping on the banks.

I feel a little better after a night in Hannibal but I continue to think about what to do when I reach St Louis. Yesterday at a diner in Hannibal the Beach Boys ‘Sloop John B’ came on the radio. A song of a sailor who wants to go home.

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Waiting for a barge to get through lock. The lock guys are cool and always manage to squeeze me in
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A lock entrance
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1st camp on a sandbar. My tent is no more than 2 feet above water. I wonder if the water will rise in the night

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