Allenville Fish Feeling Heat

Even though Cape temperatures hit 103 to 107 (depending on the sign) Mother and I went exploring in the Allenville area. I wanted to see how hard it would be to get to the Allenville railroad bridge that’s been in the news of late. In the process, I took pictures of the St. Louis Iron Mountain Railway tracks when I came across their crossings south of Dutchtown. They’ll be part of another story.

When we headed south out of Allenville on County Road 238, we came around a curve to see a pickup truck sitting in the middle of the one-lane bridge over the Diversion Channel. Well, it might be two-lane, but they’d have to be two bicycles or two REALLY friendly cars. Based on the skid marks and the way the guard rail is a little wavy, I’d say that some vehicles have not met those requirements. (Click on the photos to make them larger.)

After a short pause, the truck crossed the bridge, we gave each other the wave you do in the country, and we went down Hwy N to check the railroad bridge. Looks like it’s going to be easier to get to it from the south than from Allenville.

Signs with bullet holes worry me

On the way back north, I decided to stop to shoot some pictures of the road bridge.

There must be members of a “well regulated militia” running around Allenville enjoying their Second Amendment rights to shoot at road signs where bullets would strike an oncoming car if they miss (or, based on the number of through and through holes even if they HIT the sign).

View downstream

This is where much of the water being drained out of Swampeast Missouri goes on its way to the Mississippi River just south of Cape. If the Mississippi backs up or there’s a lot of rain, this ditch could be 15+ feet higher.

Greens make it look cool

Don’t let those greens fool you. My shirt was soaked with sweat when I got back to the car. This is looking upstream.

Holy Cow! Look at the fish!

Now I see why the pickup truck was stopped on the bridge. The hot weather and low water brought what I assume to be hundreds of carp to the surface. Fish that could easily go 2-1/2 to three feet were snurfling along the surface like goldfish in a tank. (It’s worth clicking on these shots to make them larger.)

For you folks who complain that you never see a photo of me, that’s my shadow. I think it’s a pretty good likeness.

Turtle comes up for gulp of air

A pretty good-sized turtle surfaced for a bite of air, then slipped back under water.

Open mouths

I bet most of these fish could swallow a softball without straining too much. The bright object in the right center of the picture is a leaf floating downstream.

 

St. Vincent’s Church at Sunset

While we were waiting for the full moon and fireworks, Mother and I cruised the downtown area. The green lights on St. Vincent de Paul Catholic Church (always referred to as St. Vincent’s) caught my eye as the sun was going down. Click on the photos to make them larger.

Previous St. Vincent’s stories

 

Fireworks and Fishing

Fireworks and fishing are a lot alike: just as soon as you pack up your equipment, good stuff starts happening.

Mother and I cruised down to the riverfront just before dusk hoping that we’d see some fireworks. There was a long, slow freight southbound loaded with coal when we got to Water Street. When the train rumbled clear, I spotted Emily Sheets (Class of ’13) and Billy Leighton looking intently along the tracks. (Click on any photo to make it larger.)

“Looking for coins, I bet. I doubt you’re going to find any after a train like that, but if you go to this website (handing her a card) and scroll back a few days, you’ll see what happens when you put a coin on the tracks.”

Emily has good instincts

A woman started to take this picture of this man and little boy. Emily stopped her coin hunt and offered to take a photo of the three of them together. I was impressed. I liked the way she sized up the situation and volunteered her services. I usually make the same offer, but Emily beat me to the punch. (Youngsters have faster reflexes.)

Full Moon

Wife Lila said the moonrise in Florida was perfect: big moon and clear skies. I remarked to a guy standing next to me that it was a little hazy coming up here.

“That’s not haze. That’s a layer of mosquitoes over in Illinos.”

He wasn’t kidding. Moments after the moon came up, we were swarmed by big, slow movers. I had two of them sucking blood out of my left thumb at the same time. That is NOT conducive to making sharp photos at slow shutter speeds. I could deal with their stabbing me, but the flapping of their wings caused my camera to bounce.

Roman candles

I was disappointed that not many folks brought fireworks. This family had no more than two or three Roman candles or what would pass for them.

Mississippi River on fire

The moon was up high enough now to set the Mississippi on fire.

Grand finale

This was as close as we got to a grand finale. Shortly after the sparks died down, the family started packing up. I took that as a cue to collapse the legs of my tripod and do the same. My poor tripod is close to 30 years old and its legs are beginning to collapse about like mine. Just about the the time the shot is all composed, I find that one or more of the legs is gradually slipping down, down, down.

Just as I got to the opening of the floodwall to leave, two young guys with two humongous paper bags walked through it. Like I said, fishing and fireworks: pack up your stuff and things start to happen.

I decided I’d donated enough blood to the mosquitoes. It was time to bail.

P.S. I’m going to try to convince Mother that it’s too dry for her to play with fireworks this summer. She tried to set my feet on fire last year.

Mississippi River Panoramas

This was the week for shooting panoramas of the Mississippi River. Friends Bob and Claire Rogers are walking to the very tip of Illinois where the Ohio (left) and Mississippi rivers join at Fort Defiance. The Mississippi must be running slightly higher, because you can see that it is holding the Ohio back. Click on the photos to make them larger.

There are seven frames stitched together by Photoshop in this panorama. What’s amazing is that Bob and Claire were walking away from me when I swept the scene, so they appeared in two photos and different locations. The program was smart enough to know that there’s only one Bob and Claire in the world and not to duplicate them.

View from Trail of Tears

The overlook at the Trail of Tears State Park offers a beautiful view of the river. While we were there, we spotted a guy in a rowboat making his way downstream. The way his gear was packed, we figured his destination was New Orleans.

“If he lands in Cape,” I commented to my friends, “I wonder who is working the Huck Finn Beat now that I’m gone.”

This was made of five frames.