We managed to find our way back over onto I-35 north, so that we were at least headed in the right direction. We were about 20 miles along, as I was snapping pictures and we were discussing our options when, in a blur we saw what looked like a State Park sign.
We both asked was that a sign for that same State Park we just left? Neither of us could answer the question, but we decided to take the exit and have a better look at the signage.
No, it was a different Sate Park. At this point we are a little leery of Missouri State Parks, but we were tired and desperate and it says it's only 2 miles, so lets take a look.
Well, we followed the meandering road wondering what we were getting ourselves into. And there it was the Camp Gate.
So far so good, we decided to continue on down a further backwoods road.
Then suddenly it opened onto the vista of a lovely little lake.
So we decided to see where this takes us.
And we were rewarded when the road opened up onto a lovely little campground.
We got ourselves a very nice pull through campsite, set up camp poured a drink and breathed a sigh of relief. And to think that this park was only about 20 miles from that nightmare we first arrived at.
As you can probably tell, I love the adventure of it all, but Dan does not. And of course his dislike of my spontaneity cools my enthusiasm a little. But of course I appreciate the fact that he is the one that has to solve the problems when my adventurous spirit gets us into any kind of jackpot. So, we appreciate and compensate for each other. That's why it works.
I WILL DEFINITELY RECOMMEND WALLACE STATE PARK TO ANYONE COMING THIS WAY.
SO TOMORROW WE ARE OFF TO CLEAR LAKE IOWA.
(where Buddy Holly and Ritchie Valens played their last concert the night that they and others died in a tragic plane crash)
