When refueling at McGregor, Iowa, we are treated to the spectacle of a demented young lady dressed in her pajamas and having a spirited discussion with the lone squeegie at the station, with which she is washing the entire car. Such curious people.
As in Hannibal, high cliffs edge this part of the river, providing the thinnest of ribbons for a road to snake around between the rock and the water. We carefully follow the residential roads, noting some are blocked off by sandbags, as flooding has recently occurred here.
Our stop, Pike’s Peak, lies to the south of this river crossing in McGregor, Iowa – it’s not as tall as the mountain in Colorado, but offers an easy panoramic view of the confluence of the Mississippi and Wisconsin rivers. From here, the flooding is painfully obvious, and the views are spectacular.