Wild Trip to Keithsburg

From Muscatine we wanted to have a barley pop in Keithsburg so we went across the river and
headed South. When we reached the road that goes into town, we discovered they were oiling the road...both sides...on a Saturday. We pulled off and decided to head further east and catch another road. We found a gravel road not too far down and at an intersection tried to catch the road again hoping that the oiling was just that section. We were wrong. Once again we tried the oil road but bailed where a guy was holding a stop/slow sign. Once again we tried a gravel road and came upon another intersection. We turned right and after a while came to a dead end! OK, back we go and turn right this time, hoping to catch the original gravel road we tried before. This is what we came upon. Rushing water over the road. But Tim sent Carried down to see if she could come up with navigable road. Down to the end of the road she walked - and Tim decided to take his bike down to see the situation.

Water rushing across the road.

Ankle, shin deep water.

After asking Carrie to see if she could find solid ground, and not finding any we couldn't use this road to get back to civilization.

Back to the oiled road and the guy holding the stop/slow sign. I drive up to him and ask him if the road is oiled all the way to Keithsburg. He replies that the road is fine from this point all the way into town on the right side. OK, so it dawns on me that we spent an hour or more on gravel, going to a dead end and then risking flooded roads, when we were OK all along at the stop/slow sign.

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