OffBeat Pathfinder Basecamp

First time in Boonville, pulled up right as a paddleboat was floating past on the Missouri River—felt like a Mark Twain hallucination except everyone had cell phones and Crocs. Main Street smells like old books and fresh biscuits. Drank Norton wine at the old train depot (which is now a bar, go figure) and learned more about Civil War spies than I ever wanted. Don’t skip the Katy Trail bridge—it’s basically a workout with views and, if you time it right, zero bikers in spandex passing you at 30 mph. Fun fact: The sign says “World’s Largest Burr Oak,” but the real reason to visit is the locally-made port. Oh, and you’ll see at least one guy fishing off the boat ramp wearing nothing but cutoffs and optimism. Boonville’s full of surprises, from ancient churches to riverside ghost stories. Got any tips for the best BBQ, or did I just miss it because I left before dark?

I walked into the Warm Springs Ranch thinking “Clydesdales, whatever”—ended up snapping 53 photos of horse butts. Winery tour next door, pretty sure I sampled “Missouri’s Best” and “Missouri’s Worst” within twenty minutes. Nobody tells you about the humidity, though—my sunglasses fogged up and I nearly bought a visor. Pro tip: River views are better with a cold bottle and a backup plan for the mosquitoes.

Can confirm: if you hike the Katy Trail at sunrise, the birds are louder than your hangover. Didn’t see any ghosts but got chased by a pack of extremely judgmental squirrels. Why does every sign in Boonville mention Jesse James? Do locals just roll with that?

I’ve never seen so many little antique shops packed into one town. Almost bought a set of riverboat poker chips from a lady who claimed her grandpa lost a fortune with them in 1902. The wine here’s sweeter than sweet tea. Favorite meal? Pork steak and coleslaw at that riverside shack where the locals eat—never got the name, just followed the smell.

Met a guy on the bluff overlook who said he used to raft down the river “before it was cool” (and before GPS). He gave me directions to the best wine slushy, then disappeared. True story or did I hallucinate him after three samples?

Boonville’s got more history than my grandma’s attic. The River, the Depot, the churches—like a walking tour where every building is older than your car. Ate fried catfish at a place with no menu, just “whatever’s hot.” River at sunset = next-level.

If you haven’t been to the Cooper’s Oak Winery, you’re not living. Barrels everywhere, super friendly folks, and the owner told the wildest story about a 1970s steamboat poker run. Plus, the old jail’s open for tours if you like your history with a side of “creepy.”

I rode my bike into Boonville in the pouring rain. Got drenched, dried off at the casino (won $6, lost my last ounce of dignity). The bartender at the wine bar gave me a pep talk about “finding joy in the little things.” Pro tip: Boonville’s best souvenir is a riverside sunrise and a sugar hangover from the bakery downtown.

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