Nothing to do with the solar flares. As we left Johnson Shut-ins last week, and headed back north to Mark Twain Lake, we wondered if that would be our last trip for the season. We haven't thrown in the towel--or emptied the refrigerator--yet, but it may be just wishful thinking. But if so, it was another fine finish.
The first hour or two after we left the Shut-ins, we were never in a passing zone. Solid double line all the way--because of a narrow road, no shoulders and a curve about every fifty feet. But it was beautiful day and there was lots of great color.
The first hour or two after we left the Shut-ins, we were never in a passing zone. Solid double line all the way--because of a narrow road, no shoulders and a curve about every fifty feet. But it was beautiful day and there was lots of great color.
We met the Halds, who haven't camped with us since June but I don't think that's all our fault, at the Ray Behrens Corps of Engineers campground at Mark Twain. We always like Corps campgrounds because they are half price for us old folks, but this one has really spacious campsites with full hookups. The only fly in the ointment was not a fly but a beetle and his ten million relatives. I did sympathize with a walking stick bug on the side of the camper for his apparent loss of limbs, no pun intended.
On Saturday, we took a nice hike, visited the Mark Twain birthplace and memorial, and checked out a few on the many junk shops in nearby Perry. We also drove through the state park located on one side of the lake. More maples created more color than anywhere else in the area. At one campsite, we passed the same camper that was right across the road from us at Lincoln Shut-ins. They weren't home at the time, though. Six days of perfect weather for a fantastic final fling! Or maybe not final.
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