McKittrick, Missouri: A Photographer's Foggy River Town Escape
i've been driving along the missouri river for the past three hours, my camera bag heavy with lenses i probably don't need, and i landed in this tiny spot called mckittrick, missouri. it's the kind of place where the post office is a single room and the only traffic light is at the intersection that doesn't even have a stop sign. the temperature according to my weather app is 13.88°c, but the humidity's at 75% so it feels like the air's *dripping on your skin. i just peeked outside and it's exactly like the forecast said - cool and damp - so pack accordingly, alright? the sky is a flat sheet of lead, perfect for photography. no harsh sunlight, just this soft, even light that makes everything look like an old Kodachrome slide. the missouri river itself is swollen from recent rains, and a low mist hangs over the water, turning the opposite shore into a silhouette of trees. i set up my tripod on the levee and tried to capture the mood-shooting at a slow shutter speed to blur the water, hoping to get that dreamy effect. if you're wondering where the heck this is, i've stuck a map below. it's not much, but it'll show you how isolated we are.
the town center basically consists of a couple of antiques shops, a gas station with a subway inside, and the riverbank diner, which i'm pretty sure is the social hub. i walked in, and the smell of burnt coffee and fried everything hit me like a warm memory of childhood. i ordered the corned beef hash, and the plate was a mountain of crispy potatoes and meat, with a side of coffee that tasted like it had been brewing since the flood of '93. i also tried the buttermilk pancakes; they arrived steaming, with a little pitcher of maple syrup that i drizzled over them in a slow cascade. here's a shot of that messy deliciousness:
the waitress, dolly, brought me a generous slice of apple pie that was still bubbling. i took a few grab shots of the food-not because i'm a food blogger, but because the colors were insane: golden brown crust, deep red apples, a drizzle of caramel. i also snapped a quick pic of the whole plate before digging in:
the next morning i stopped by the bakery next door and grabbed a flaky croissant and a side of fresh strawberries. i have a weakness for pastries that are just this side of overpriced. the croissant was so buttery it left a shine on my fingertips. the strawberries were ripe, sweet, and a little tart. pairing that with a black coffee, i felt like i'd stepped into a european morning-until a truck rumbled by, reminding me i'm still in missouri.
i got chatting with dolly, and she told me that mckittrick used to be a bustling port back in the 1800s, when steamboats lined the river. now it's basically a ghost of its former self, but there are rumors of a speakeasy hidden beneath the old bank building. i heard from a local that if you go into the alley behind the barber shop and knock three times on the green door, someone might just let you in. i haven't tried it-maybe next time. the weather's been playing tricks too. this morning i woke to a thick fog that turned the whole town into a monochrome photo. by noon, the sun tried to break through, but the clouds won. that's missouri for you: unpredictable. i just checked and it's...still hovering around 14°c, humidity making it feel like 13°c. bring a rain jacket if you plan to wander the levee. if mckittrick's quiet gets to you, st. louis is a quick 20-minute drive east. you can catch a cardinals game, wander through forest park, or get lost in the city's murals that appear on every other brick wall. some of those pieces are by famous street artists, others by locals with a point to prove. i've spent plenty of weekends in the city, hunting for the next color bomb on a wall. there's also hermann, about an hour north, famous for its wineries and the weird oktoberfest that turns the town into a german fairy tale for a weekend. if you're into history, jefferson city is a short hop west, but be warned: the capitol building's dome is gilded with real gold, and the tours can be dry as dust. for a list of top things to do in st. louis, check out TripAdvisor's guide. if you're craving a decent espresso, Yelp's St. Louis coffee shops has some hidden gems. the riverfront times always has the latest on what's happening around here: riverfronttimes.com. and for broader missouri travel, Visit Missouri is a good start. i've read mixed reviews about the 'historic hauntings tour' in old mckittrick-some say it's spine-tingling, others call it a hoax. ask at the bar for the real stories, and maybe you'll hear about the ghost of a steamboat captain who still walks the levee at midnight. i saw a flicker of light near the river one night, but that could've just been a fisherman's lantern. speaking of fishermen, i met an old guy named earl at the bait shop. he said the best bass are caught near the bend under the route 79 bridge, but beware: the current's sneaky and the bank's crumbly. he also told me the best pie in town is actually at the gas station's deli counter, not the diner. i tried it-apple with cheddar-and wow, that combo changed my life. anyway, i'm packing up to head further north, chasing that last bit of autumn color along the river bluffs. the temperature's dropping, and my hands are cold from holding the camera. if you ever find yourself in this corner of missouri, bring a weatherproof sleeve for your gear. the humidity here can turn your sensor into a swamp. and maybe, just maybe, you'll catch a glimpse of the river's secrets*.
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