This is a very interesting little town. Our campsite backs up to the Spring river and the walking trail, so we see a lot of folks walking their dogs. We ate dinner at an authentic (yes, really!) English pub run by a transplanted Blimey and his wife. Authentic bangers and mash, and fish and chips.
We toured Mammoth Spring State Park, and saw the spring. 9 million gallons of water an hour flow from here. They used to have an electric generating plant here, but now only the rusted out equipment can be seen.
We also toured Cherokee Village, which is a large retirement village. It is HUGE, with 5 lakes and roads with names that all sound alike. Don't think this is the place for us.
We took a kayak trip up the river to the falls (took forever, even though the river isn't flowing very fast) and then back down. Steve let Cathy off about halfway, and she slogged her way home carrying her paddle. Steve forgot where he left the truck, so his trip downriver and then back up, was longer than he had planned.
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