Hodgson Water Mill

Supposedly, the Hodgson Water Mill is the most photographed spot in the entire state of Missouri. While that claim probably isn't true (who keeps track of that, and surely Busch Stadium or the Gateway Arch are in more pictures?), you can easily see why it would be. It really is a stunningly beautiful place.



The three-story mill was constructed in 1897, which replaced a mill originally built in 1860s.



The mill is powered by a spring, where about 23 million gallons of water of water pour out every day. It is the 19th largest spring in Missouri.



The original water wheel and most of the machinery are still in place, although it hasn't really been used since the 1970s.





A long red wooden walkway leads to the mill, which amazingly was all underwater in 2017. That Spring, some heavy storms dumped a bunch of rain that resulted in massive floods along the nearby Bryant River. The floodwaters were so high that about half of the building was underwater.



The clear waters of the spring create a little creek, which then flows out towards the Bryant River. There is an old bridge nearby (built 1925) that crosses the creek. So here's one last shot, of the bridge that looks to have been painted red to match the mill.

Cotter

The cabin we were staying in wasn't too far away from the small town of Cotter, which is home to the iconic and impressive Cotter Bridge. Constructed in 1930, the concrete rainbow arch bridge stretches across the White River. The bridge was the first location in Arkansas to be deemed a National Historic Civil Engineering Landmark, and it has also been listed on the National Register of Historic Places.



The bridge was nearly torn down when the state wanted to build a larger bridge, but luckily locals protested and it was saved (a rare fate, considering the old bridge downriver in Clarendon was recently destroyed despite many wanting it to be preserved).

Pyatt

We recently decided to book a cabin up in the Ozark Mountains for a few days, which will probably be the last trip we can take with just Jonah before the new baby arrives in August. The cabin was in an isolated location, which meant that we could go and not be around too many other people (a plus since Covid cases are skyrocketing in Arkansas now). Another plus is that the cabin was dog-friendly, so we could bring our pups along for the trip. So we packed up the car, and squeezed in two dogs and three people (well technically four, I guess).

The cabin was located outside of the small town of Pyatt (in Marion County), along a bumpy dirt road. Near the cabin was an old barn, which had this bright purple flower growing next to it. I think the flower is a Bristle Thistle, which sounds like something that would be growing in a Dr. Suess book.



That wasn't the only thing growing, there were a few trees sprouting up next to the weathered wooden beams of the barn.



About 250 people live in the town of Pyatt, which sits near Crooked Creek. There is a short line of old buildings in the town, including this one that had partially collapsed. When we drove by, a recliner was left sitting by a boarded up window.

Along The Buffalo

Perched on a bluff about 250 feet above the Buffalo River sits this rugged and centuries-old Ashe's Juniper tree. The tree managed to score a great spot along the river, with a commanding view of the river rolling by below.




Ashe's Juniper is one of two juniper trees that are native to the state, but it doesn't have that wide of a range. It grows primarily along the dry and steep slopes of limestone-dolomite glades in the Ozark Plateau. This particular tree has somehow found a spot to grow on top of the thick rock.



And the view from the bluff, looking down on the calm river.



Besides the juniper trees, another interesting plant growing on the bluff was this cactus. I tried to get the camera in the right spot and held the camera very still to ensure that the focus was very....sharp.



And one last shot from the bluff, looking through a gap in the rock towards the river.

Boxley

After the hike along Leatherwood Creek, I headed back and then walked up the hill to visit the Villines Farmstead. Now preserved by the National Park Service, the farmstead is home to a collection of old buildings that were occupied between the 1850s and the 1940s. The oldest building is the two-pen log house, which was probably built in 1854. This is the front door of the house, which was open but there are signs saying the the buildings are fragile and that you can't go inside.



Peeking in another door you see an old (and uncomfortable looking) mattress, sitting in a room. Above the mattress you cans see bits of wallpaper and some old newspaper, which was used as insulation back in the olden days.





I headed to the back of the house, and looked through the back door. This was an addition to the house, made of cedar logs, that was constructed sometime after the 1880s. There is a considerable lean to the building here, which is probably why the Park Service doesn't want people going inside anymore.



Further down the hill is the farmstead's old barn, which also had a sign up preventing anyone from accessing. The barn door was open, and the old wood was weathered and faded.



There was a lot of interesting details along the exterior of the barn, including this aged piece of wall with a rusted bit of metal siding.



Along the front of the barn is this ring that was nailed into one of the logs. I'm assuming it was used to help corral animals back in the olden days.



From there I started to head home, but made one last stop at one of my favorite old barns in Boxley. The Edgmon barn was built sometime in the 1920s and sits at the edge of the valley.



A field nearby had a few good displays of wildflowers, so I tried to get a picture before driving up the mountain towards home.