Last Trip to Clarksville (Part Deux)

Cont’d from Last Trip to Clarksville (Part 1)

Guy attempted to gently reorganize the pile discarded glass and scraps that covered his treasure.

Babe, you should really see this.  There against the wall stood an 8 foot long, 5 foot tall wooden carving.  Fellow junk scroungers stepped over to investigate, jealous that we had been the first to uncover this golden object d’art.

... enticing all young riders to join her gang.

 Wow.  A red-headed Babe, carved and painted on a gigantic sign – a true novelty of hillbilly art.  We could imagine this  Babe gracing the walls above a bevy of shiny new motorcycles, enticing eager male riders to join her gang.

I’ve gotta’ have her.  Guy was ready to buy her – as far as I know, this was his first time to buy any Babe – so I knew she must be special.

She had obviously been through a rough spell where she nearly lost her head, and the desert sky was missing a patch of brilliant blue.  We figured with a quick swish of paint brushes we could fix her up good as new.  The challenge was getting her onto the trailer for the ride home – all 200 lbs of her.  UGH.

She'd gone through a rough spell - but everyone is having work done.

Anyone see this Babe before?  Been to Moonshine Cycles?   Would love to hear more about this glitzy Babe.  We’re considering letting her preside over the pool table.  She doesn’t exactly fit into our decor, but Bo will want her, and Guy loves to make Bo drool.

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Last Trip to Clarksville (Part 1)

Let’s go see if there are any eagles.

The bright sun belied the frosty temperatures in what had been an unusually mild winter.  Guy had the need to ride… though the cold prevented a comfortable ride on the bike.  The convertible – top up – would do just fine.

Clarksville, MO is just an hour drive  down Hwy 79 from Hwy 70 near O’Fallon, MO.  The Lock and Dam No. 24 viewing area offers visitors an opportunity to observe the eagles that migrate to the area during the winter months.  Though we’ve seen dozens of eagles floating down the river on small ice floes during harsher winters, we only saw three on this trip.  Perched high in a tree  and later soaring across the water, these magnificent creatures still managed to put on a show.

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The tiny shops along the waterfront showcase local artisans.  We had a (delicious!) hot sandwich at Cool Beans Coffee House, and decided to stop at the Antique Mall just east of town.

And there, leaning against the wall in the back of the store, behind old furniture and bedding, Guy saw it.

Hey Babe.  Look at this. I think I found something.  

He had.  And we had to have it.  A real buried treasure.

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