Now that I find myself working full time again and running a couple of business ventures I am afraid I have been ignoring this blog for far too long. I have not made any major trips so the story opportunities have been a bit sparse.
This is a little shut-in along a creek in the Ozark National Scenic Riverways in the Missouri Ozarks. An old mill sits just up the hill to the right. Klepzig Mill was a small local operation using the water from the creek to power the grindstone. It is a bit difficult to find. Many years ago I trying to find it while riding with one of my bosses from the park rangers. It was spring and the gravel roads were covered in large puddles. Driving into one of these puddles the car just sank up to the floorboards in muck. After a couple of hours of fruitless efforts to remove the car I hiked about five miles back to the paved road, flagged down a pick up whose owner graciously allowed me to ride in the back with is very odoriferous coon dogs. Back in Eminence, MO I engaged the only tow truck in town. He began to immediately apologize for how much it would cost. He drove me the 25 miles back to the stuck vehicle, slithered around in the mud for a half hour to attach the cable, and pulled me out. Back in his garage in Eminence he again apologized for the charge and told me because of the distance he would have to charge me $25. Such is the nature of the Ozark people. I gave him double that amount, which was still less than half of the charge up in the big city.