BLS recently went on a little reunion tour in southeastern Missouri on the Eleven Point River, which travels swiftly through the Mark Twain National Forest. Got back to our roots.
The river flows strong year-round due to an abundance of cold springs that contribute many millions of gallons of blue-green water to the river each minute. Some of the largest cold springs in the world feed the Eleven Point. A leap into the springwaters is one of the finest ways to scrub up a soul in need of a cleansing to wash off Winter’s grime.
The river is lined in limestone bluffs, some nearly a thousand feet high, and is canopied in the long arc of the sacred Sycamore, which cling to the banks and reach out for those sun-filled openings over the water. The shade they provide is unsurpassed.
In the right state of mind, the vigilant traveler along the Eleven Point might find Balch Gulch, Jepson’s Cove, the skeleton of Black Bart, the infamous Poppemov Valley, and part of Jeff’s shoe. I wouldn’t go looking for those on any map, though.
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