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Head Out On the Highway,Looking For Adventure - Part 2


Head Out On the Highway, Looking For Adventure


On the same adventure to the Niota Fish Market we stopped at a rest area to check out a map of local attractions.  It was here we noticed a set of stairs rising to the bluff above.  Hmmm.  A stairway to heaven.  Something like that is like waving a red cape in front of a bull.  




As you can see it was a two phase climb.  The first set rises to a small area with a bench for old bulls to rest, and then on to the next set that takes you to an observation area.




The payoff is quite nice, really.  A view of the river and we even had the pleasure of a barge to watch.  The one drawback was the evidence of past climbers -  not a lot but enough trash strewn about let you remember what pigs we are.   




Because I knew the question would come up I counted the number of steps.  Ninety-four.  Going down was easier than going up, in case someone would want that info, too. 



In what was a first for me, a single roadway branching into four. How neat is that?  Our purpose in this back road cruising was to find a cemetery that was billed as the "Historic Myers Cemetery" on a sign back on the main highway.  We took the second from the right road and I have to come back on the cycle to this area.  Overgrown back roads that is a cyclist dream.  We did find the cemetery but no word on why it was historic.  

A fun trip - we found adventure.    



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