It rained last night. We stayed dry but putting away a wet tent is a lot of fun! Haha! We climbed back out of Meramec State Park and headed on our way to Washington State Park. This was THE SCARIEST DAY from all three years. On County Road A there were mobile home trailers that looked uninhabitable. There were windows missing, doors missing, parts of the side of the trailers missing but people were still living in them. The Yards were full of junk and unmowed grass. It was really sad. The road was very curvy and hilly but the trailers and the roads weren't the scariest part. It was the worst day for dogs. We lost count of how many dogs ran out at us. One was a bullmastiff which was taller than us on the bike. At least there was a lady yelling at her dog which wasn't listening and then yelling for her husband who also wasn't listening. We could still hear her a mile away yelling. The next dogs that came out, with owners standing there who did nothing, was a muzzled pitbull and a mixed breed. They knew what they were doing because they got between Bob and I and were charging us. We were blowing our air horns and it would stop them for a second and then they would start charging again and we would blow again. Finally we got away from them! If a pitbull is muzzled it's probably bred for fighting. We have never rode our bikes in such a high alert state. We started quietly signaling whenever we saw a mailbox and we would try not to make a sound as we passed. A little chiwawa dog tried to run out but it couldn't get through the tall unmowed grass. When we turned off of this road things got much better however we were still on edge. As we passed a house we thought we heard somebody yell but we couldn't see anybody. Then a guy stepped out from his garage and said come here. He, another man and his wife talked to us for a while and gave us a cold can of Mountain Dew. They were very nice and said they had seen us a few days earlier in another town. Right before entering Washington State Park there was a Dollar General store so we stopped and got a couple supplies. When we pulled into the campground the camp host was right there and told us where we could camp. Jim Bolding, the camp host, came over and talked to us while we set up our tent. He covered our night's stay for us. Thank you Jim. Linda, her two grandchildren Mason and Lexie invited us to their campsite for supper. They were having brats, hotdogs, pizza Pudgy Pies and apple Pudgy Pies. We got our tent setup and headed down that way. It had thundered and sprinkled off and on all day. When we would arrive somewhere and talk to people they would tell us they had just had a terrible downpour and rain. We always seem to miss it thankfully. Everyone said it wasn't supposed to rain tonight. They were all wrong. It started to rain and rain and rain and we were unable to have our dinner with the neighbors. They ended up going home and left everything to come back tomorrow and clean up. By the time we got back to our campsite we were really wet and our tent was not in a good location. We picked it up and moved it to Higher Ground. Then we went under and awning and had Tuna on wraps for supper. It stormed all night! There were a few small leaks in the tent. We went 33 miles on very steep hills and I pulled the trailer/anchor all day. Bob wasn't feeling strong. It was in the upper 80s with the "real feel' in the mid-90s.