I contacted my friend from college, Peter, on late notice asking if he still worked at Anheuser Busch. I was only asking to see if he could to meet up the next day to have a pint, but he offered to take me in for the night. We made plans to meet at the Anheuser Busch Brewery the next day.
The arch is part of the National Parks system, so I got a discount on the ticket ($7). The elevator to the top was its own adventure. The room was small and fit 5 people, and as we ascended the car made the same loud clacking noises that you hear on a climbing rollercoaster.
Later that afternoon I met up with Peter at the brewery.
The tour was fast paced and the guides moved through their speeches too quickly. The clydesdale horses were the highlight.
My last stop in St. Louis was a recommendation from the librarian in Cairo.
Gringo Jones Imports is a zany place. They inventory heaps of knick knacks from Mexico along with homemade iron and wood works. Kim at the front desk was hilarious. I was extra cautious to make sure the dog didn’t escape out the front gate when I came in. She saw this and responded, “You don’t have to worry about him taking off! He’s got it too good here, baby.”
I drove west with Kansas City as my next firm destination.