The hotel in Hannibal was a very different experience from staying with generous couchsurfing hosts. Leaving towels on the floor and not putting the bedding into the washing machine felt like a strange exercise in rude luxury.
Jenna got up early and went for a jog along the Mississippi River and up Broadway in Hannibal. The empty storefronts and near empty roads gave an eerie feeling to an otherwise gorgeous sunrise of pink and white cottonball clouds.
Packed up and read to go, we are off to the Iowa State Fair in search of the Butter Cow.
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