As we pulled out, I noticed a disabled ferry with an interesting name.
After disembarking on the MO side, we rode past a demonstration of just how much rain they've had lately. Can't we get a bit of that down in Central TX, pretty please?
On to Table Rock park in Branson for the evening's campsite.
The tower at Shepherd of the Hills had an eerie look with giant birds circling it.
We stopped at Old Matt's cabin to smoke a cigar.
Then back to the campsite just in time for the sunset.
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Niiice.
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