Our planned route today through Southern Missouri meandered through the hills and valleys of the Ozarks. When we woke this morning, the humidity was so high that the windows were covered with water so heavy it looked as though it had been raining. All that humidity creates a steamy murkiness to the skies that dulls the view a lot. Route 160 through the Ozarks is narrow and winding, and only occasionally opens up enough for a view of the larger landscape. Again, I was disappointed in the lack of anyplace to stop, or park, or even slow down a bit to take some photos. We passed some picturesque old barns, farms, and fences that would have been pretty to photograph. Instead, we kept ambling along, with not an inch of shoulder on the road, and I took a few very bad photos through the windows so that I could remember how we traveled.
The focus for this day wasn’t to spend time seeing Missouri, it was to get across Missouri so that I could visit my son who lives near Joplin, on the western side of the state. His life doesn’t allow him much opportunity to travel, so it is good that I can go to him. We planned to park in his yard, after he assured us he could plug in the MoHo and there wasn’t any problem with being there.
Once we arrived, however, it was pretty clear that was a mistake. John’s home is more than 100 years old, a remodeling work in progress, and the electric system couldn’t handle the 20 amps we needed just to run the air conditioner. With the temperature in the mid 90’s and the night time temperatures not much less, air conditioning was a requirement and we relocated to a nice park not too many miles away.
Once settled into the Big Red Barn RV Park in Carthage, Missouri, with full hookups and the air conditioner funning full blast, we relaxed into visiting with John and his friend Shannon. Supper at a new local restaurant gave us time to talk and laugh together over a good meal, and keep nice and cool while doing so.
It was great to spend some time together, to catch up on family goings on, to share some hugs. I am hoping that John will make it out west again soon to visit and see his sisters. The last time he was able to come west, (other than when he was truck driving) was for our family reunion in 2007. John loves Missouri. He has lived here for most of his life, and his father is close by. He loves the warmth and doesn’t mind the humidity. He just laughed at me as he watched the water pouring from my body and my dripping wet hair.
More photos are here, (some the not so good windshield variety), and others of my son are linked here>