This morning I decided to take the long haul trucker into town for groceries. Actually, mainly beer, since I bought most of the other stuff we needed yesterday. I still don’t have panniers, so I hooked up the trailer. And as long as I was getting beer, I figured there’s no sense in getting crappy beer, so I went into Cape to Schnucks, which has the best selection.
The closest beer to home would be in Fruitland at one of several convenience stores, about five miles away. But about the best you can expect there would be Corona. Their business is mostly Bud and Bud Light, I’d say. Then if you want to go further, about 12 miles away would be the Jackson Wal-Mart, but their selection is about the same, just cheaper.
Schnucks is about 17 miles, but has lots of imports and mini-brews. Like Schlafly, which is a mid-sized St. Louis brewery. Besides, I hadn’t been to Schnucks in a while, so we were out of things that you can’t get at Wal-Mart. Soy Butter. Go ahead, make fun. Peanut butter doesn’t agree with me; soy butter is okay. Decaf tea. I’m a total hot-beverage wimp — no caffeine, and coffee also doesn’t agree with me. Schnucks also has Le Petit Ecolier cookies, which are my favorite.
So I bought a bag of ice, stuck it in the bottom of my cold-bag (I got this one at Sam’s Club — it’s insulated, zips shut, has handles so you can carry it over your shoulder), put in the milk, some frozen bake-and-serve rolls, cheese (oh, yeah, Schnucks is also the only place nearby where you can get Manchego), and the cookies (don’t want the chocolate to melt) and a couple of beers to chill for when I get home. The rest of the stuff went in outside the cold bag, in the dry-sack on my Yak trailer. Here’s the bike on the way home with everything loaded.
I took the scenic route coming home, and went on County Road 618, past the 5-H ranch. They have various sorts of exotic animals.
Such as camels.Â They also have emus, and one of them was running after me for quite a distance — I was glad they had a tall fence.Â I don’t know what an emu does to you when he catches you, but I don’t think I want to find out.
Anyway, a nice ride — including some detours and wandering around, just under 40 miles.Â Now I have to get ready for the Altenburg Fair.