We did a little hiking to the park overlooks. The Mississippi is the far waterway, out where the bridge is.
The view the other direction is not the river, but backwater. I don't know how much of that is normal and how much is flood water.
Look! Two for the price of one.
The park was absolutely beautiful, but, even though it was mid-week and almost empty, we ended up with the smokers near us. These people pulled in, immediately built their smoke (not worthy of being called a fire) and it looked just like this the whole time they and we were there. Maybe they were trying to send smoke signals.
We moved on to Chain O' Lakes State Park for a night and I have no pictures. Not one. I think I was just too hot. Then we 'moochdocked' in Ron's brother's driveway for three nights, in the northeast corner of Illinois.
It was not an accident, but rather exceptional planning, that had us arriving just in time to attend Ron's high school reunion in southern Wisconsin. I don't know who all those old guys are with Ron.
I actually had a really good time and it was fun to watch Ron with all his friends. His best friend growing up was Jim in the center of the back row. Oh, the trouble they got into.
The women were all very nice and made me feel welcome, although I talked mostly to one of the wives Diane, who is also an RVer.