I never saw a weekend that didn't need a park or two in it.
Eat-Rite had a new owner come in and rescue the place and fix it up, but it looks like the pandemic has killed it all over again.
First up was St. Francois State Park.
Moonshine stills once flourished in the area known as Mooner’s Hollow. It doesn’t have anything to do with buttholes.
I learned it’s pretty difficult to take a picture of a pre-roadkill armadillo. It had its little snout down and was rooting around in the leaves, I assume looking for bugs to eat or a car to get hit by.
Rocked out with the petroglyphs at Washington State Park.
In native mythology, the thunderbird controls the upper world and throws lightning(here as arrows) at the underworld creatures and creates thunder by flapping its wings.
I always like to check out the local towns after a hike. I like the balance between natural and urban. De Soto, Missouri was now on deck.
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