The Ozark National Scenic Riverways are a beautiful place. I stayed two nights at a campground here, and was the only person there (well, that stayed all night, anyway).
It is a very short hike to Blue Springs, which is one of the most gorgeous places I've ever seen. That's where most of the pictures came from - they do not do it justice. Apparently, the Native American's called it the "Spring of the Summer Sky", which I think a better name, since in the summer the sun should pass almost directly overhead. That would really make the colors pop. For the number crunchers: 87 million gallons/year (~200 gallons/minute? -looks like more than that..), 310 ft deep!
Now, perhaps the more interesting story is the one I have no pictures of. I arrived around 5. The first fisherman arrived around 6. I struck up a conversation with him and he said he and a few fellows were going to go "gippin' for suckers". I found out the "gip" is a trident-looking spear, and the "sucker" is some bony, bottom-feeding rock/roughfish. I think it was this one. 2 hours later, there are 8 guys, 5 trucks, 2 generators, a 5ft high fire, a two-well deep fryer and several dozen fish in the campground! Since I know how to speak "good-ol boy" and am curious, I am invited over to partake. They spear the fish from flat-bottomed boats, fillet-'em on the boat landing, then deep fry them in the campground, while gossiping and joking around. Trash? No problem - into the fire it goes. Styrofoam plates, aluminum cans, even the deep fryer oil (which was on it's last use). They do this twice a week through the whole season, which goes until Jan. 15. Quite a tradition they have! The fish was pretty good too. Went to bed stuffed!
Coldest nights yet. 27 degrees at 7:30 the first morning - 32 degrees this morning. On to Taum Sauk Mountain, then East for hopefully some warmer nights (not crossing my fingers, though). I think I'm getting better at sealing the mummy bag, cause I have not ben as cold as the first night out...
It is a very short hike to Blue Springs, which is one of the most gorgeous places I've ever seen. That's where most of the pictures came from - they do not do it justice. Apparently, the Native American's called it the "Spring of the Summer Sky", which I think a better name, since in the summer the sun should pass almost directly overhead. That would really make the colors pop. For the number crunchers: 87 million gallons/year (~200 gallons/minute? -looks like more than that..), 310 ft deep!
Now, perhaps the more interesting story is the one I have no pictures of. I arrived around 5. The first fisherman arrived around 6. I struck up a conversation with him and he said he and a few fellows were going to go "gippin' for suckers". I found out the "gip" is a trident-looking spear, and the "sucker" is some bony, bottom-feeding rock/roughfish. I think it was this one. 2 hours later, there are 8 guys, 5 trucks, 2 generators, a 5ft high fire, a two-well deep fryer and several dozen fish in the campground! Since I know how to speak "good-ol boy" and am curious, I am invited over to partake. They spear the fish from flat-bottomed boats, fillet-'em on the boat landing, then deep fry them in the campground, while gossiping and joking around. Trash? No problem - into the fire it goes. Styrofoam plates, aluminum cans, even the deep fryer oil (which was on it's last use). They do this twice a week through the whole season, which goes until Jan. 15. Quite a tradition they have! The fish was pretty good too. Went to bed stuffed!
Coldest nights yet. 27 degrees at 7:30 the first morning - 32 degrees this morning. On to Taum Sauk Mountain, then East for hopefully some warmer nights (not crossing my fingers, though). I think I'm getting better at sealing the mummy bag, cause I have not ben as cold as the first night out...
4 comments:
gippin' for suckers? mmm...tasty.
Wow. Twice a week? Burning styrofoam? A trident-like spear? Those guys were like some modern-day Homer-esque forest immortals who were just DISGUISED as good ol' boys. You're lucky they didn't lull you to sleep with their banjo and then turn you into a mountain goat for trespassing on their secret river.--T
Wow, now I'm looking at these pics up close and they are BANANAS! What kind of camera do you have?
They do a lot of gippin' for suckers deep in the Amazon too I've read. They fry em up as well, so they can just crunch up the bones and all.
Injuns are really the proto- good ol' boy gastronomically. Omnivoricious.
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