As I was sitting on the front porch of the deer lodge, a plastic to-go cup of Kentucky’s finest rust remover clenched in my cold hand, a bald eagle flew over the icy mountain stream that hemmed in the bottom of the ridge. It was that moment when I had to ask myself, “Why haven’t you visited here sooner?!?”
Missouri Ozarks: The Hidden Midwestern Paradise
Missouri Ozarks: The Hidden Midwestern…
Missouri Ozarks: The Hidden Midwestern Paradise
As I was sitting on the front porch of the deer lodge, a plastic to-go cup of Kentucky’s finest rust remover clenched in my cold hand, a bald eagle flew over the icy mountain stream that hemmed in the bottom of the ridge. It was that moment when I had to ask myself, “Why haven’t you visited here sooner?!?”