I had heard of Sainte Genevieve while researching the trip and really wanted to stop and visit. Towards the end of the day I reached a shallow, narrow inlet my map indicated went to a boat ramp. I followed it in a quarter of a mile to the ramp. A thunderstorm was rumbling and flashing just north of me and I hoped to wait it out if it hit.
As I pulled up a guy in a ball cap approached me. “I saw you come in off the river and could not believe you were in a rowboat out there!” He offered to take me into town about a mile away which I accepted. We drove through the small old town and stopped into the the Audubon Hotel which was hosting a small town fundraiser for the local hospital. Jeremy introduced me around and I ended up getting a room upstairs for the night and a cheese burger and beer for dinner. I felt a little guilty getting a room on the second night but I covered 47 miles and here I was. I walked around town and was asleep by 9. People offered to drive me back to the boat in the morning but I was out the door by 5:30 am and enjoyed the walk in the morning stillness the next day.