The drive to the Ozarks yesterday was a relatively short drive of about 260 miles. During the way, we decided to stop at Fort Scott National Historic Site to brush up on our history a bit. We were given a lesson by Mr. Enoch Doubledee (I shit you not!) who was one of the park rangers. I couldn't get him to shut up!! It was obvious that we we're some of the first visitors that he had seen in a while. He was very knowledgeable and gave us a full rundown on the history of the fort and of the region. Thanks, Enoch!!
The town of Fort Scott looked like a great little western town until we started walking through it. Just like Dodge City, it was pretty much shuttered up and empty. Quite a disappointment. We had wanted to eat some food at a quaint little cafe but none was to be found. Taco Bell outside of town cured our hunger pangs and gave us a dose of comfort food. I do have to admit, though, that the townfolk certainly didn't look like the townfolk in our local Taco Bell in Calabasas!!
We arrived at Osage Beach, MO to find it a pure tourist town. There are condos and motels everywhere catering to the tourists who flock to the Lake of the Ozarks. We were concerned that we might have a hard time getting a spot in the park, but no problems were had at all. We set up camp right beside the lake and enjoyed a fantastic sunset, fireflies, nice people, a bunch of almost tame deer and a renegade raccoon who tried to break into our cooler in the middle of the night. Other than that, I slept fantastically listening to a mentally retarded Whip-poor-will across the lake going on and on and on for virtually the entire night. STFU!!!!!
It's so nice here that we decided to spend another day so we're going to do some laundry, mountain biking and maybe some swimming.
Ciao!!!
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