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Starved Rock Ride

Stuffed critters in the Visitor's Center. These guys were roadkill or poached.

Sure is a long way down.



Okay, now we'll go over her to see another view.



And over here, too.



Alright, now let's get a beer.


Illinois River. Nice view.


Pretty neat view, once you get up the stairs.


Might be even prettier in the Fall.



A lock and dam.

Spent 51 cents to squish a penny.



The lock and dam from the Rock.














OK, so this is Starved Rock.

The Mild Ones journeyed to Utica/Ottawa to check out Starved Rock State Park. Lots of people walking around on hiking trails and a viewing area to see the Illinois river and the lock and dam. It was OK, but I really got excited when Tim suggested a "Squealer" at the Pioneer Club in Kewanee for lunch. Sadly, they stopped serving food 40 minutes before we got there. We decided on Jimmy's in Wataga, but it was a poor substitute for a pulled pork Squealer. It was a pretty good day for riding. And, always, it's the ride, not the destination. This was one of the last group rides before I head back to St. Pete and stop-wait-and-go Hell. It was fun. The ride was interesting and the Rock was OK, but I have to confess it didn't take my breath away. The visitor center consisted of a restaurant and stuffed road kill. It really should have focused on the history or significance of the place. I still don't know what, if anything, happened here and I'm too unmotivated to look it up. I suppose, if nothing else, it is a hiking trail with some nifty scenery and a waterfall or two. OK, that's fine. Anyway we had a beer at the Lodge.

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