That's funny! That's the very same blog that made me want to ride the Katy Trail. They make a compelling case for it. We even used the same tour company to arrange all the details and transport our bags from town to town.
I don't want to dissaude you from doing it necessarily. Different strokes for different folks, right? We may have just been unlucky. The week we did it was unseasonably chilly for one, and we had one full day of rain (our first), which didn't get us off on the right foot. It was rainy the day we arrived in Clinton, too. Our hotel was next to nothing but a Walmart, so that didn't help either. We made the mistake of starting on a Sunday and that really impacted our dining experience in several towns. We stayed in Sedalia on a Sunday and very little was open. We ended up eating at some greasy hamburger place. Rocheport was our next stop. Rochport itself is lovely and our B&B was one of the nicest places we've ever stayed. But guess what? Monday is the day that every restaurant in town is closed, as are the antique shops. Again, we ate at some greasy spoon that stopped serving at 5--far earlier than we wanted to eat. No one bothered to tell us that the B&B could have us made a nice dinner--with adequate notice. The ride out of Sedalia is arguably the prettiest stretch, and we had lovely weather for it, which was nice. At Jefferson City, we got yelled at by the B&B owner for arriving a bit early. And when I say yelled, I mean truly chewed out. I felt bad for being early, but quite honestly, I lost track as to which place had a check-in time of 4 versus 3, but I think he could have handled it more politely. At least we had a decent dinner in Jefferson City. Our next stop was Hermann and that was a nice stop, too. Then we hit Augusta, which was about the most god awful place we've ever stayed. The B&B was fine, but the town was just awful. In looking for someplace to eat (and there weren't many choices), I read a number of reviews that indicated that the locals are extremely hostile to cyclists. We ended up at a brewery that stops serving food at 5--yet another early dinner. The ride out of Augusta is very pretty, but then you hit the outskirts of St. Charles that is essentially a smelly industrial area. St. Charles was nice though.
Beyond the towns, the trail is pretty monotonous. You see the same canopy of trees, the same aging bridges over creeks, the same lazy river over and over again. Are there pretty stretches? For sure, but not enough to fill six days of riding. There's also a hostile vibe in some areas with the adjacent landowners. Lots of No trespassing, Beware of Dog, Keep Out types signs--on properties I would otherwise have NO desire to enter onto. Rundown, ramshackle, boarded up, junk in the yard; you get the drift. Add that to the economic depression that was plain to see in many of the towns, and it just made for a less than positive experience.
My husband and I have travelled to some truly lovely places in the US, and while we don't need to have our socks blown off on every trip, this just didn't cut it for us. We aren't posh, impossible-to-please people either, but a lot of what we saw was just depressingly rundown. Did we have fun at times? Sure, but I can easily think of any number of places I would have rather spent a week of my life.




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