Day 7 – From Louis the Saint to Louis the Village to West Virginia

Now here’s something nice to say about St. Louis, because Bambi’s mother would be very angry at us bitter bloggers. The Arch. That’s it. Despite efforts of residents and city officials to brand their city as much more than the holding ground for the Gateway Arch, we insist that there is really not much else to see. There’s a cool (and frightening for Alex) ride in cramped pods to get to the top. Once up there, there’s really not much to note except that the arch casts a very cool shadow.

Arriving in Louisville was a relief, especially since it meant that we got to socialize with outside life for the first time in days. Rebecca’s cousin and Mike showed us the cool side of Louisville, which neither traveler wanted to leave. What’s wrong with good food and cheap rent in funky old houses? So the 15-minute stop turned into a coffee and dinner event. Thanks for putting up with us guys.


Then we decided we’d try pulling an all-nighter to get to Alexandria. Somewhere around the KY/WV state line, we changed our mind and wanted to crash the night at the "Welcome to West Virginia" rest stop. Our fears got the better of us so we drove into Huntington: "We are Marshall!" to look for cheap lodging. Since we're almost to Alexandria, we allowed ourselves to sleep in and had an Indian buffet for breakfast. As we were leaving we drove by southern frat houses. The old guys chilling on the porch outside of Kappa Alpha Order were "we're going to lynch someone" creepy.