June 23, 2017: Missouri and Illinois – Day 3
Taking a long cross country trip has its good sides and its bad sides. On the less comfortable side, it can be hard to stay seated all day long. You get to that point where you forget about it for awhile and then you make a stop, get out of the car and realize how stiff you are, what a relief it is to stretch. That would be one of the bad sides.
On the other hand it’s amazing how time changes. When you’ve driven through three states in one day, it feels like your day has been richly filled, compared to say, sitting at a computer all day long or all week long. In the latter scenario, you find yourself at another Friday night and wonder, really, did the week go by that quickly? I enjoy the feeling of time spreading out and having a day more densely populated with experiences and memories. Maybe it can’t be like this everyday, and maybe I wouldn’t want it to, but it’s fun to remember that it’s possible.
On day 3 of our trip, we drove through Missouri.
And then we drove through a corner of Illinois.
And then we arrived in Kentucky!
Next: Day 3 – Wycliffe Mounds, Kentucky
June 23, 2017: Florida, Missouri – Day 3
We stayed the night in a cabin at the Mark Twain State Park. We got in a little late and may have woken up some fellow campers which I felt bad about but c’est la vie. It’s pretty cool that many campgrounds offer a few cabins for those who don’t want the full blown camping experience of sleeping in a tent. It’s a nice compromise. Unlike many women, I actually love sleeping in tents, but since we knew we’d have a long day driving reserving the cabin made it easier for us.
Later that day we were supposed to arrive in Nashville to begin family reunion activities, but we wanted to take a little time to see the sites along the way. Since we were in Mark Twain territory, we had to at least check out his birthplace, in Florida, Missouri, which we’d noticed on the map. We loaded our belongings back into our car and headed out in search of the Birthplace. We saw a sign leading to it but all we saw was a more recent building indicating it was the “Mark Twain Memorial Shrine.”
We figured we’d go inside and ask where the Birthplace was, not wanting to take the time to visit a museum. On our way in we both mused at how Mark Twain would have felt about having a shrine.
And there it was, the house Samuel Clemens was born in is actually inside the shrine.
The cabin was relocated from it’s original location nearby. I’m pretty sure the Clemens family probably had daylilies on their supper table every day – aren’t you? Snarkiness aside, it was very cool to see the cabin, pardon, “the Birthplace,” and some of the memorabilia of Mark Twain’s more luxurious life after becoming famous.
Day 3 – Driving through Missouri and Illinois