Boarding a railroad car at Gads Hill, Missouri, Frank James quoted Shakespeare, announcing to startled passengers his gang’s intent to rob them. Just the rich, mind you. Not the working poor, with calloused hands. No women. No children. The Bard describes Falstaff and a gang of highwaymen on the “Road by Gads-Hill.” The well-read Frank James scorned fusty fat cats …
Alley Spring mill race. 84 million gallons of water per day.
Descending into Westphalia.
Looking through a church.
We drove into the heart of the Ozarks, where nature—with a little help from the highway department—lays down a series of thrilling roller coaster tracks along a driving loop called the Ozark Hellbender, named for the forearm-sized salamander that hides under rocks in Ozark streams.