I had a fitful night of sleep. The train across the lake going through Carroll turned out to be more annoying than I would have thought and several went through during the night. The geese were squawking basically all night with very little repreive. And to top it off, I left a few bars in my feedbags on the bike. Which I've been doing for several days in a row without issue when camping in random places where nobody ever camps. But there was a persistent resident raccoon at Swan Lake. He grabbed a bar, I woke up and ran him off and put up my food properly, and yet he still came back twice more and each time I had to run him off. Finally he gave up and didn't bother me again. When I woke this morning I found that he had grabbed my little tube of grease and bit a hole in it. I guess he didn't like the taste though as it was still all there. But on the bright side, I picked a good tree to camp under. Thank goodness I chose oak rather than one of the many black walnut trees. The sound of the nuts hitting the pavement behind me went on all night. It was like someone was practicing his curveball on a nearby brick wall. I still managed to fall asleep each time and felt ok once I got up and going. I changed up my plans on the day completely to go over the High Trestle Trail, and it made way more sense, I have no idea why I didn't plan on going this way in the first place. Thanks to my good internet connection there, I was able to plan and save a route quickly and put it on my Garmin before I left. I followed almost entirely gravel to get to the Raccoon valley trail, which took me almost to the High Trestle Trail. I rolled into the town of Perry from the west, and some sort of processing plant there on the edge of town was producing the worst smell I have ever smelled. And I have been in some really smelly industrial places. Including chicken houses and chicken processing plants, including a couple of days spent next to the place where chicken guts dropped via conveyor belt out the back of the plant to collect in a trailer in the Georgia heat, in July. The overwhelming smell of thousands of rotten watermelons in late July at the farmers market in Cordele, GA. Certain nasty insecticides that I poured in a mixer for spraying on fields via crop duster. And none of it compared to the smell of this place in Perry. I went behind it on the trail so I couldn't tell what it was but it was really bad. I can't imagine living in Perry when the wind is from the west. Crazy. But Perry was a really nice town. It had really cool bike sculptures and they had managed to get the trail extended right through town in a nice neighborhood with well kept older houses. I grabbed some food for camping tonight and then rode off in search of the high trestle trail. It was a few miles of riding on gravel then a quiet paved road to Woodward where I got on the trail. The trestle was super impressive and totally worth checking out. I admired the view for a bit and then crossed it finally and headed in the direction of Madrid. But it turned out that there was major construction going on, with absolutely no way to detour other than going back to the last road crossing. I was really mad that they decided to place their trail closed and detour sign right where they were working rather than at the road crossing. I've seen this happen time and again on the trip, when a path is closed, no effort is taken to notify path users until they're already committed and have to make a u turn. Frustrating. I rode the rest of the way into town on a highway and all the cars and trucks were nice and gave me room. I was in need of a break and a snack but I pressed on the remaining 10 miles to go ahead and get to the park. By chance at the pay station I met the same camper that helped me find the tent camping area from Swan Lake yesterday, and we got to talking and it turned out they had also camped at Lewis and Clark state park the same night as I did. Pretty interesting coincidence. The park was actually quite full, probably because it's convenient to Des Moines residents, and so I was very happy that the park offered several hike in sites. I grabbed an unreserved one and it's so much quieter here than the previous two campsites. I could actually hear owls hooting when I got here. Nowhere near any RVs or highways or railroads or geese.