Flashback Friday

These few shots are from a family vacation we took probably in the early 90's. We stopped in Hannibal to see the cave and then down to St. Louis to see the Mets and Cardinals. Naturally the zoo was also on the agenda, and proved to be a big hit. But the Arch was amazing, and except for some coaching at the ratcheting elevator pod system we all made it to the top.

There are certain sights you never tire of, the Arch is one of them.

"OK, now Brendan, there isn't anything to worry about. We'll just get in those tiny capsules and before you know it we'll be at the top. You go first."

Looks like some high water.

I remember going to see the Mets here and there was a plane carrying a banner around the stadium saying, "Mets Are Pond Scum". St. Louis is a classy town.

There was a silver stainless steel ship called the Admiral I think. Wonder what happened to it. I loved the way it looked all art-decoey.

My recollection of the trip was that overall it was a mixed bag. The caves in Hannibal were lined with plastic panels, taking away from the adventure, and seemed very expensive. The zoo is always fun, but I remember dropping a camera and breaking it. The hotel was less than advertised and the swimming pool (which the kids were looking forward to) was quite small.

We had a flat tire the morning of our escape, I mean departure, and Nancy got a speeding ticket in Jacksonville. But I think the Mets won.

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