You Can’t make This Stuff Up

Being a campground host sure has its moments that leave you shaking your head. This one happened one afternoon, and it was definitely a “Shake your head moment.” I was doing my daily testing of the campground water, and I was approached by a couple that I would guess to be in their late fifties.

The gentleman asked me if I was the campground host and I told him I was. He was quiet for a moment, and he replied I really don’t know how to begin. He said I have really never experienced what happened today in a National Park before. My wife and I were standing on the bridge taking photos and we noticed a man, woman, and a child who was around 8 or 9 walking down the bank of the river. As they got closer, we noticed all they had on was their shoes. They weren’t even wearing socks. When they got to the bridge they started walking toward us. My wife and I looked at each other totally shocked. This was one of those visions that haunts you the rest of your life. It was not pretty at all.

This is the bridge they were standing on but the water was much lower.

He said they were probably in their 60s and he said neither were very attractive and they didn’t know what to do. Scream bloody murder or run were two options that came to mind. They approached us and made casual conversation and my wife, and I felt very awkward talking to them. We didn’t want to be rude, but it was rude of them approaching us completely naked as if it were something everyone did. My wife and I were frozen in place and listened in disbelief as they made conversation as if it was perfectly normal to approach someone completely naked and have a conversation. He said they introduced themselves as Papa Bear and Mama Bear but didn’t mention the child’s name. They asked if it was our first time to visit the park, what we thought of the park and if we had ever been to the kayak races, etc. When they told us their names I decided against running, because they were definitely crazy and I thought if we ran, we might make them angry and they might chase us and do harm to us, so we stood there and tried desperately not to look at them.

After what seemed like an eternity Mama Bear turned to Papa Bear and said Pappa Bear, we have taken up enough of their time and should let them go on their way. They said goodbye and we watched as they walked to their car and get in and drive off. My wife turned to me and sked, what just happened? Were they really naked or had she gone crazy. Then we both gave a big sigh of relief and set out to find you.

He asked me if this sort of thing happens often. I replied only on days that end with a “Y”. Then I assured him that was the first time I have ever heard of anything like that happening in the park. Just when you think you have heard and seen it all you realize you haven’t after all. I honestly don’t know what I would do if I ever encountered a situation like that and hope to never find out. What would you do?

Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to read my post. I deeply appreciate all of you who have subscribed to my blog and thank you to all of you who were concerned about my health.

Another view of the bridge. I bet the day I took this photo they would have been wearing clothes, but then again maybe not.

Life’s Road Can Be Bumpy

I had plans to see America from horseback. Then in October 2020, I had to have a complete ankle replacement or be confined to a wheelchair. There were complications and my days of riding were over. After healing, the good news was that for the first time since 1979, I was pain free. Things were looking up and life was good.

In 2022 I started having balance issues. My legs started swelling and my feet and legs started giving me problems. I was also diagnosed as a Type 2 diabetic. Then in January 2025 I was diagnosed with peripheral neuropathy and a clogged lymphatic system. It is very painful and walking becomes difficult. Three months ago, it invaded my arms and hands. I can barely write and what I manage to write I can’t even read.

I made a decision to use a holistic approach to treat my ailments and it is working quite well. I have made good progress. The pain I am controlling with Vicks Vapo Rub and horse liniment and the diabetes I am controlling with apple cider vinegar. I just did a 3 mile hike without any problems.

The mountain is made up of 1.5-billion-year-old Precambrian rhyolite. When it cooled it fractured into polygonal columns that resembled honeycomb. The locals named the formation “Devil’s Honeycomb.”

Now with my balance issues, caused by the neuropathy, I probably couldn’t even sit a horse. I used to be able to ride a bucking horse for 8 seconds but now I couldn’t pass a field sobriety test stone cold sober. It is what it is. At least I am still on the right side of the dirt.

If I had a chance to do it all over again, I would have a plan A, B and C retirement plan. Thanks for taking the time to read my story. Always have a back up plan to get through the rough parts of the road of life.

A Day at Neely’s Landing

I was visited by my good friend David. We have known each other since the second grade. He asked me if I would go to Neely’s Landing with him and take some photographs. Well, that was a no brainer. Exploring a town that is pretty much empty and shoot pictures, that’s what I am talking about. David had family that lived in Neely’s Landing and it had been several years since he had been there.

Neely’s Landing is located 17 miles north of Cape Girardeau. It was named after Jacob Neely; owner of the town store and he owned the ferry. Mississippi River steamboats used to stop at the landing. In 1876 there were 20 residents and 50 residents by 1898. In 1904 the Frisco railroad ran through the town. On October 27, 1869, tragedy struck. The steamboat Stonewall caught fire. On board were 300 passengers and 200 head of livestock. Two to three hundred passengers and crew perished in the fire. Local residents knew the exact location of the disaster and called it the Devil’s Tea Table.

Two of the three houses still left behind.

David’s uncle was a riverboat captain. He was fond of adult beverages and everyone called him Jug. He bought the Riverview Inn and turned it into a tavern and the locals called it Capn Jug’s tavern. David wanted to see if we could find where the tavern once stood. We scoured the area looking for it. We were able to find the old foundation and a couple of bricks used in the construction of the tavern. In the picture below David is standing in front of where his uncle’s tavern once stood.

We tried to find the town’s old cemetery but came away empty handed. It is said that 60 to 70 victims of the tragedy, who were never claimed, were buried in a mass grave on the Cotter Farm that was nearby.

It was a good day. Several times I noticed David had a far away look on his face. There was no doubt in my mind that David was back in Neely’s Landy remembering those days spent in Neely’s Landing as a child. He was having a good day going back to those days when life was simpler. I was sure of it when a big smile would replace the far away look in his eyes.

The Mighty Heron

The Ardeidae family known as herons, egrets and bitterns are long -necked and long- legged wading water birds that feed off aquatic animals. I just happened to stumble onto one of their nesting grounds in the Mark Twain National Forest.

During this time, they make the most horrible sound you ever heard. We had people insist that they heard bigfoot. I got several pictures of herons, but they are very difficult to stalk. They have keen eyesight, and their stalker is usually seen long before they get close to them.

I hope you enjoyed the pictures. At this time, I would like to ask everyone to respect Mother Earth. Please don’t litter. If you pack it in pack, it out.

The End of a Good Time

For two years this was our home for 8 months out of the year. I really loved being a campground host. It did have its moments though when I wondered why I am doing this. The good moments outweighed the bad moments. Once I was done with the daily duties, I was able to do the things I enjoyed doing. I thank Chris Woods of the US Forest Service for giving me this opportunity.

The Forest Service provided us with a golf cart to get around the park. These two got used to the cart and got over their fear of it. I watched these two for about 25 minutes to get this capture.

The Herons were hard to stalk. Always on alert for any movement and ready to take flight. One morning I was lucky enough to get close enough and capture it as it was taking flight.

These are some of my favorite captures from the park.

Credit Jason Wilson Photography

I got to hike the trails, fish and pan for gold. Last year I put over 30 pounds of fish in the freezer.

Sadly, I won’t be returning in 2025. I was diagnosed with peripheral foot neuropathy, which is very painful. I am currently receiving treatments from PC Medical Center in Cape Girardeau, MO. I have only had 4 treatments, and I am very satisfied with the results I have received. It also affects one’s balance. Mine was so bad I couldn’t pass a sobriety test stone cold sober. They have even helped with me with that. I am also retaining water in my legs and feet, and I have an appointment with a vein specialist in March.

I also made a lot of friends. I introduce Jason who I met at the park. He too is a photographer, and damn good at it, we took a lot of pictures.

Another chapter in my book of life comes to an end. I am going to miss this place, but I will be visiting frequently, if my health allows me to, in the capacity of one of the campers visiting Silver Mines Campground.

I am currently working on publishing a coffee table book titled, Missouri Through the Lens. It will be made up of photos of rural Missouri. Places not on the beaten path. It will contain some photos taken Silver Mines.

In Memory of Meddlin’ Kate

Having a dog will bless you with many of the happiest days of your life, and one of the worst.” Unknown

Dogs’ lives are too short.Their only fault, really.

Agnes Sligh Turnbull

                        

They grieve, have feelings, listen, can fill a house with joy and give unconditional love. Yes, there are some dogs that have behavioral issues but there are people that do too. They aren’t perfect.

Kate was my ride dog, and we were basically together 24/7. She wasn’t just a dog, no, she was a family member. I have very fond memories with Kate. No one can take those memories away from me.

Meddlin’ Kate 1/1/2011 – 1/25/2020

Brrrr….Baby It’s Cold Outside!!

Wow! Just wow. Once upon a time we were visited by warmer than normal temperatures day after day, even though it was officially winter. In the back of my mind, I knew we would pay for that nice weather. Then! Then it finally happened, and it wasn’t pretty. No sir ladies and gentlemen it wasn’t. We were enjoying highs in the 40s and 50s with lows in the upper 30s.

Quickly our highs went to highs of low 20s to single digits and lows from 5 to -10 with strong winds and the snow arrived. Accumulations were never above 5 inches. For the record I am one of those crazy people who love snow and the colder temperatures, but in my old age the cold air seems to have a bit more bite to it, then it used too. 

I did manage to get out a couple of times to hike. The first one was to Elephant Rocks State Park. When I headed out it was a balmy 22 degrees and by the time, I got back to the truck it was 18 degrees with a 20 mph Northwest wind. No snow on the ground but I did manage to get a few shots and one very interesting one. I called them “dirtcicles”. They originated from underneath the ground and formed icecicles with dirt at the very top. Picture below.

I also got a couple of other pics.

Then I really went off the deep end and decided to take a brisk hike up Hughes Mountain. That was my first mistake. When I got out of the truck it was a warm 8 degrees and a dusting of snow on the ground. Just enough to make walking challenging. Well against my better judgement I started up the trail. I soon ran into a section covered in ice. With some creative hiking I managed to get about halfway up and took a couple of pics overlooking the valley below. The first pic on my post was one of them. Now with the next two you will know how the valley looks at 8 degrees. I know deep down you really want to know, LOL.

Now it was time to head back. Apparently, my creative hiking had went somewhere warmer, because all of a sudden, my feet went out from underneath me, and I was headed downhill rather quickly. I’m sure it wasn’t a pretty sight to behold, and I’m sure if anybody heard my screams, they thought I was being attacked by a mountain lion. Gary Fultz, just how hard are you laughing right now? I finally came to a stop. I finally arrived home safe and sound.

Now what does this photographer do when he can’t get out? He hones his photography skills by taking pictures of birds. Lots of pictures. I will only bore you with a couple.

Thank you for stopping by and reading my post. You are very much appreciated.

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Silver Mines Recreation Area

Around the year 1855, Mr. Beaugholtz, noticed that that boulders of quartz on a hillside overlooking the St. Francis River contained what appeared to be silver bearing galena.  He convinced a man by the name of Lloyd to help him find the quartz vein.  Together they dug several prospect holes, but due to their lack of mining experience, failed to locate the vein.

An experienced miner by the name of William Einstein heard about the quartz boulders and was successful in finding the quartz vein and began prospecting and mapping it for the next 16 years, then he and Samuel Knox bought the property.

He finally decided on a place to begin a shaft on May 5th, 1875.  He hired a group of men to begin digging and the deeper they dug there was an improvement in the ore.  He decided to look for a newer location of the vein closer to the river.  He was successful and found the vein located just a few feet above the elevation of the river.  He then directed his focus to this area.  He began looking for investors and was able to persuade Samuel Knox Jr. and Gerald Allen to join him and Samuel Knox and the Home Silver Mining Company was founded in May of 1878.  It was estimated that it took $175,000 to develop the mine.

Construction of a state of the art three story mill began and 20 acres of land was set aside for the development of a town that was named Silver Mountain and consisted of the Company Office, hotel, school, grocery store, dry goods store, drug store, blacksmith shop, two butcher shops.  Two to three hundred miners were employed and along with their family members created a population estimated to be 800 to 900 people.

The Madison County court approved the Home Silver Mining Company, and a stone dam was constructed a short distance upriver from the mine and was used to produce energy to provide power to the mill.  With all the improvements, the mine began producing 100 tons of ore a day that contained approximately 15 to 90 ounces of silver a day.

August 24th, 1879, the company shipped its first load only to close 4 months later.  In December 1879, Einstein was replaced by Donald Palmer who ordered all equipment removed from the mine.  All unprocessed ore was sold, and the miners were let go.  Within a year and a half, the town was abandoned.  In the time it operated, 70,000 pounds of lead and 3,000 ounces of silver were produced.

There were several people who didn’t want to give up on the mine and several attempts were made to reopen it.  Later, uses for Tungsten were developed and beginning in 1916 several companies attempted to mine Tungsten from it.  All mining operations were halted in 1958.

It was originally named “Einstein Silver Mine” and in 1879 a post office was established and called Einstein Silver Mines and in 1892 the name was changed to Silver Mine.  The town was named after a silver mine located nearby.  In 1955 the post office was closed.

The photograph is of the walking bridge that spans Turkey Creek. It is in Turkey Creek Day Use area.

I have been gone for a while. My wife and I volunteered at Silver Mines as campground hosts. Internet service was minimal to nonexistent. We were there for 8 months. I am going to do some blogs about our adventure and share my photographs. This was an introduction of how Silver Mines came about. More to come.

Silver Mines Recreation Area has an abundance of wildlife and beautiful landscapes. I hope I don’t bore you with the photos.

Anderson Campground

I took this photo near Brushy Creek, Texas. It is the Anderson Campground, commonly called the Brushy Creek Arbor. Families, who most came from Brushy Creek located in Anderson County South Carolina, began settling the area in the 1850s.

In 1873 land was set aside by a local Methodist congregation, to be used as a religious campground. E.S. Jamison acquired the land for sixty dollars of gold. A building was constructed to be used for religious meetings. A spring provided water for the campground where religious camp meetings were held each summer.

Weeklong services were held, and the local residents attended and lived in tents. They brought their own provisions and sometimes stayed for weeks. Sermons were preached several times a day. People of several faiths were represented and took part in baptisms and religious services.

In the 1870s, a sanctuary for the Brushy Creek Methodist Church was erected and in 1894 it was replaced by the present building. The popularity of religious camp meetings began to decline in popularity and came to an end in the 1980s. Even though not many arbors were able to survive, Brushy Creek survived for over 130 years.

On September 6, 1981, a Texas Historical Commission Marker was erected on the site and Anderson Campground received a National Register of Historic Places designation.

Two Years Later

Tomorrow, October 7th will be two years since I had my complete ankle replacement surgery. The recovery hasn’t been that easy but I was able to get through it. I still have some pain and I am always battling the inflammation. However it is bearable and a far better place than where I was.

I don’t have the chronic pain like I had, so my quality of life has improved. I have been doing some hiking trying to build back up to where I use to be. I can do a moderate trail with very little problems but tried one difficult trail and it didn’t go as well as I was hoping. Maybe next year. The healing process goes on.

Even with the swelling and some pain, I am much better off than I was before the surgery. I am at least hiking and I am fly fishing again. All in all the surgery was worth it and I would do it again. I am once again enjoying camping and some hiking.

I am not going to sugar coat it. The recovery is tough. Don’t ever think it is going to be a walk in the park. It feels good to be able to do things