St. Clair Avenue

I continued on Lincoln Trail westbound, and the signs started saying St. Clair Avenue; I figured that the road must continue all the way to East St. Louis. I passed the standard signs of late Twentieth Century abandonment: the destroyed motel, the desolate gas station, rows of abandoned ranches, some of them burned out. But the view, right as you come out of the trees and descend the bluffs to the American Bottoms, is spectacular, and I even spotted the Cahokia Power Station's six smokestacks in the distance.