Observations on Northwestern Missouri

Yesterday I raced in the first race of the Psycowpath series. I know, I know… cheesy name, but I didn’t name it. The drive up to the race location - just south of Omaha - took me up I-29 through northwestern Missouri. About 20 miles from the Iowa state line, I-29 gets out of the rolling hills and starts traveling along the side of the river bluffs.

It was something else to see how big of a swath the Missouri used to cut through that part of the country. There were a few places where the bluffs were at least five miles apart. Can you imagine a river swollen to five miles from side-to-side? I guess it’s the desert rat in me, but that’s hard to comprehend.