When April Dwyer drives down West Sixth Street she’s treated to a towering reminder of her late mother’s grit. The enormous pin oak on the grounds of Pinck
By Dean Norman
I got so tired of drinking too much at a party and having a hangover the next day. So when I heard about the club that went canoeing every New Year s Eve, I said Joe we have to join that club.
Puck Acuff was telling us why she and her husband were camping beside the Current River in the Missouri Ozarks on a sub-zero night Dec. 31, 1961. The Ozark Wilderness Waterways Club (OWWC) had launched about 10 canoes on the river two days ago. Many large and small springs kept the river from freezing. Here s her story:
When our toes got cold, we just hung our feet over the canoe gunnels, and let the 55 degree water warm our feet. Waterproof boots, of course. This evening we had climbed the hill behind our campsite to visit Bat Cave. Thousands of bats sleeping there. Carpeting the walls and stalactites with their furry bodies.