Waxing Gibbous Moon
Muscatine IA has a beautiful riverfront park and bike path with playscapes and statues and displays and a fountain! I enjoyed the perfect weather and soaked in all the river culture.
After passing through Kent-Stein Park where I met the prettiest California girl in Muscatine and her two children, I set out on a long road walk to find the Hoover Nature Trail. Just a mile or two into the roadwalk, the nicest family in the greater Muscatine region pulled over and introduced themselves
Sara the Mom, Ben the Son, and Anna the Cutie Pie Daughter piled out of the van for a group photo with yours truly.
They and Grandpa Steve (not pictured) showered me with dollars, food, water, and inspiration. I was and am sincerely amazed and grateful.
There was a long climb on road G-28 and I didn’t know if I was ever going to find the Hoover Nature Trail. What I finally found, with the help of Bill and another unnamed helpful soul, was a grassy waterfilled ditch that much later turned into this.
And even later turned into this.
The Nature of the Hoover Trail is straight and long and gravelly. Not too much fun, really. I looked at the sky a lot for entertainment.
I shouldn’t complain after being treated so nicely today. But Indiana and Illinois and the Mississippi waterfront set the bar so high for trail excellence that I’m probably a little spoiled now. I just hope the rest of Iowa steps up its game and shows me more than ole Herbert Hoover has so far.
Peace, Love, and Trail Maintenence,