OMGosh! What a rude! Went from Kimmswick, MO (24 mi south of St. Louis) to Cape Girardeau today, about 110 miles. That 16' Duroboat is so smooth – even when passing the barges! They can really churn a big wake, but the deep-V Duroboat can take it! Actually went a bit south of Cape today to check out a campground at Thebes, but they didn't have any place to moor the boat. Neither did Cape G, but fortunately a family friend of Katie and Elizabeth was on business here, and she convinced some people from Holland who had already convinced the owner of a defunct fuel dock to let them stay, to let us dock behind them. They spoke some funny English, but they sure could tie knots! Susie, the family friend, picked us up at the dock and first took us to a gas station where we refueled our portable gas tanks, then she took us to her hotel so we could shower. Then it was on to a famous local brewery, Buckner and Ragsdale (did I mention they also serve wine?). It sure was good, though – excellent cod! It was right on the water. The Hollanders (Hollandaise?) want to get on the road…er…uh…river by 6:00 a.m. and since we're tied to them, we said we'd be there (ugh!) As I write this, Katie and Elizabeth are already out, and it's not even 10:00 p.m. – lightweights! Many thanks to Fern at the dock in Kimmswick, who is chock full of good information, including ways to avoid pirates. I wanted to tell her we weren't off the coast of Somalia. Tomorrow we head for Paducah, KY. All aboard! Oh yeah, hey to my brother, John Carpenter, without whose valuable river skills and insight I may not have made this trip. Thanks Uncle Carpy!