I finally was in a deep sleep when Korch woke me up at 4 AM saying a storm was coming in. In a bit of a haze we broke down camp and hurried to a pavilion along the lake. We hung out there for a couple hours laughing, trying to clean up at a spigot, and listening to turkeys in a wooded area nearby, and looking at the birds (herons?) along the lake.
We jetted to a St. Louis Bread Co. nearby (apparently Panera started in St. Louis and as it spread it became known as Panera, but here it's the St. Louis Bread Co.). The rainy drive here reminded me of a vivid hiking experience as a 9 year old with my dad and family friends. We were hiking a rough area of the Appalachian Trail in the North Carolina/Georgia area. At the summit of a mountain named Cheoah Bald, there was an intense storm and as my friend Peter and I tried to sleep my dad held up the tent, rain seeping in due to heavy wind and rain. Eventually Bones, the underfed dog that adopted us on our 40 mile hike hopped in soaking wet. Even though Korch was happy we broke down and got moving before the rain came in, I sort of hope we have one memorable night of sitting in a tent during violent storms.
We're going to head out in an hour or so for the National Great Rivers Museum, which looks pretty cool and may give us a more engineering/science-y kind of view of water/river management.