I had to make a quick trip up to the Altenburg Lutheran Heritage Center and Museum to go over details for my Last Generation presentation this weekend.
It gave me a chance to do some scenic sightseeing. This is the tiny gravel road leading to Tower Rock. The leaves are getting ready to do their color thing. They should be in full show in a few more days, just in time for Wife Lila to see it. She’s flying from St. Louis on Cape Air, so she’ll be low enough to see the foliage from the sky down instead of from the ground up.
The river’s up
The river’s up, and the water swirling around Tower Rock has a lot of debris floating in it. I thought was was going to get to shoot a video of a huge log getting sucked into the beginning of a giant whirlpool, but it escaped the whirling waters. Then, just as quickly as it formed, the whirlpool dissipated like a funnel cloud pulling back up into the clouds.
Piles of persimmons
Mother’s favorite tree overlooking The Rock has been dropping persimmons like crazy. The ground is a carpet of sweet goo and seeds. The ladybugs, bees, yellow jackets and butterflies are having a field day sucking up the sweet nectar.
Normally I would have gathered up all the fruit worth saving, but reader Carol Lincoln Skowbo messaged me the other day that her neighbor’s tree leaves a mess of persimmons in her yard and asked if we wanted any. You can guess the answer. In the last week, we have been on a persimmon mashing binge. Carol and Mother have been baking all kinds of concoctions with the pumpkin-like pulp, and it has all been good. I’ll go into more detail in a later post.
Beauty in all directions
There is beauty everywhere you look at Tower Rock: look down and and watch bugs crawling over orange ornaments; look out and see the Mississippi River swirling around the rock the natives called “The Demon that Devours Travelers;” look up and see a gossamer tapestry of clouds.
Altenburg Hardwood Lumber Co.
The late afternoon sun highlighted the sprayers playing over huge stacks of logs at the Altenburg Hardwood Lumber Company. The logs are trucked in from all over the region.
I have to compliment the drivers of the log trucks: every driver on that road has been nice enough to pass my bicycle with plenty of room to spare. Some of the guys will give a friendly toot and wave as they go by.
Red cattle on green grass
We were coming up on the “golden hour” just before I hit Hwy 61 north of Fruitland. I liked these cows well enough that I drove on until I could find a safe place to make a U-turn.
When I looked at them, I thought of a comment in an ancient Reader’s Digest. An oil company was trying to convince a farmer that they should be allowed to drill on his land. “Just think what it’ll be like to look out over your fields and see lights of all colors winking back at you. What would be prettier than gazing out at something that’s like a huge Christmas tree?”
“Red cattle on green grass,” the laconic farmer replied. “No sale.”
7 Replies to “Scenic Afternoon”
I do at times miss the High Summer when days are long and everything is green around Cape. However, the fall is special in this area around Cape and always one of my favorite times of the year and one of my favorite places. The farms always look full, fat and ready for winter that is coming. All of us need to take minute, sit back and enjoy this…thanks for sharing your great day with us.
You really captured the feel of SE Missouri in these pictures. I love them as usual!
Thanks for the pics from down home, Ken….Always great to see Cape County in the fall……..Persimmons are just beginning to turn up here that I’ve seen……Thanks again for sharing, regards to the Birthday Girl, Blessed Be, molater, kkr
I enjoyed your report and pictures of scenery where we “grew up!” I love to keep up with what is happening around ‘home’
Mary here – this may be a dumb question but why is the lumber company wetting down the logs?
That’s not a dumb question. I asked the same one. Unfortunately, I forgot the answer. I’ll see if I can find the right person to ask.
If not answered yet, the water is sprayed on the lumber to keep it from splitting when the wood dries too fast. An artical was in the Missouri Conservationist.