Saturday night ended with a barbeque of corn, peppers and hot dogs – as nice a way to end a delightful day as possible.
Our modest fire of a handful of coals paled in comparison to the appetite of the sole manifestation of heavy industry on our area.
However, Lansing Generating Station appears to be something of a star among coal-fired power stations.
They may be necessary, and it is hard to find any really long stretch of the Mississippi River without them, but despite my attraction to chimneys and imposing industrial buildings, it would be a prettier river without them.
Nevermind. We set off on Sunday in a bit of a hurry as thunderstorms were forecast, but the weather, although close, did not develop further. So we traveled on further downstream, past the S&S boat jetty and past this power station into the wider, clearer waters that we'd first explored on Friday.
Finally some birds made their appearance, including this young bald eagle, nesting ducks and blue herons.Then it was back to the boat dock for the final time. It had been a wonderful trip, but it was good to have a little time to explore Lansing itself on what was by now a very hot and sticky afternoon.
Exploring meant finding the closest ice cream shop where an overworked, perspiring, young man tended to a queue that stretched almost to the door. Fortunately, we snuck in just before the line formed and could contently watch the hot families collecting their cones and cups as I ate my double dip chocolate-raspberry and caramel-vanilla and my wife sipped her chocolate malt.
Life does not get better.
We continued our journey by climbing up towards the homes built high on the bluff overlooking the bridge and the site for these pictures.
After circumnavigating the town (not that hard), we headed back to the houseboat for our last night moored placidly to the jetty and with yet another entrancing sunset to wind down the day.Monday was breakfast, and then the long drive home. I was sad to leave.