Ozarks Day 11, MO

This is downtown Salem on a Sunday morning.

The Vandivort Drugs.

Power anglers.

Breakfast at the Red Hen Diner.

Early autumn at Johnson's Shut-Ins -- a part of the Black River that is narrowed my lots of rocks.

The rocks.

The lower shut-ins from up high.

Beautiful day in the neighborhood.

Fall colors.

Hiking to a "river scour".

Old fence from a cemetery for about 20 ex-people.

Camped at Sutton Bluff in the Mark Twain National Forest. Interesting sporadic park originally bought from the state in the depression from people who could not afford their property tax. All money raised from people who live in the forest now funds the schools, which accounts for approximately 25% of the schools' income. Still, didn't plan on having a fire. There was a big storm in April, and someone had chainsawed up most of the fallen timber. Too bad I didn't have a maul split any firewood. I was able to find smaller logs to burn, but they were pretty wet from the hard rains over the last few days. I would have fire.

In honor of my boyscout ways, I allotted myself only two flicks of the lighter to start the fire. Of course, I only needed one.

Fire started. Tent up. Check.

Dinner is pasta. Easy enough.

The wood was pretty wet. I had to threaten the fire to keep it going.

Meal prep for my secret 3-meat sauce.

3 meats.

We have fire! We have shelter! Food is cooking! Aw right.

Food prep work.

Deliciousness tasty.

Enjoying dinner and a show.

After dinner, it was time for some games. Hide-and-go-seek only lasted for a short while until I found myself.

A bear was going to attack. I assumed the position of the alpha bear and returned a throaty growl. This was only a drill. I repeat, this was only a drill. A . Go team.

I have so much pasta I couldn't eat. Want some leftovers?

Time for dishes. Check out the collapsible bucket! It stands on it's own! What? No else is as impressed as I am? I thought it was pretty sweet.

The camp was clean. Time to enjoy the fire.

Telling ghost stories, I scared myself.

I counted 100 million stars. Counting 100 million stars isn't necessarily the hard part, as you could count the same star 100 million times if you're not careful. The hard part is maintaining an isomorphism between luminescent and spatial quantifiers and an ordered set. No star counted was counted twice. This was done in P-Time for those who are curious.

Sleeping in the tent.

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