Before we embark on our 500 plus miles today we were booked to take a trip up the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial, better known as The Gateway Arch. By pure luck it turns out that our visit coincides with the 50th anniversary of the completion of the arch, the putting in place of the final piece of the jigsaw. We found out about the anniversary a little while after booking our tickets, at $10 a piece well in advance of the trip, when The National Park people (they do love a National Park over there) got in touch with Greg to refund $27 of the ticket fees because of the anniversary, the tickets were going to be $1 each, which is what they cost 50 years ago, just for the anniversary celebrations. Greg, very generously, treated Phil and I to our tickets, a lovely gesture ;-p There were TV crews there to mark the occasion, and there was us thinking they were there for the three muppets from England. Imagine our disappointment when we learned the truth. When we were planning the trip I didn’t realise you could get up to the top of the arch to see the view until I mentioned we were going to visit the arch to a friend and she let on the nice surprise, the cherry on top. So up we went, the very first tram of the day. It was explained to us how the tram got up and down in those very thin legs but I can’t remember the details, all I know is it was tight in the pod. When we made it up to the viewing platform the vista was amazing. From 630 feet you can see a long, long way, east and west, even on a very overcast day. The only downside was some remodelling being done downstairs at ground level but other than that I’m so glad we got to the top, thanks to Louise 🙂 It was by now 11am and after an aborted cab ride to a camera store with an Iranian who could hardly speak a word of English, or use a satnav, it was way past time to get moving. After the cab-mare Greg reluctantly took me to the store instead to pick up a bit of kit I needed, thought I’d not packed it but I did actually find it later in the kit bag. Don’t you just hate it when that happens. It wasn’t long before we stopped for lunch which had been scheduled at Big Daddy’s BBQ in Columbia, MO, just off the I-70. The food was good, proper BBQ from a real nice guy. Next stop was Hays, KS for the night. Not much to be said about driving across the plains apart from it wasn’t as boring as we thought it was going to be and the amount of wind turbines they have on that stretch of road is phenomenal! Mile upon mile, I reckon 150 miles, forgot to count. Never ending. There were thousands and thousands of them. And we worry about the amount of them we have over here, funny. We made it to Hays, again, later than we thought we would be and dining options were limited that time of night, pizza delivery hit the spot. Tomorrow the Rockies.