The morning we left St. Louis, we ended up having to take a pirogue across the river. We had spent the night on the island, but in the morning the bridge was up for some boats. Apparently, this isn’t a common happening, so the entire town of St. Louis was watching the phenomenon. The pirogue rocked so much I was scared the entire ride that myself, as well as all my belongings, were going to end up in the river.
Rock the boat
