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I'm friends with the folks that bought Cook Station maybe 10 years ago or so... They are running it as a Bed n Breakfast, Camping, Float Trip sort of get away... I've stayed there a few times...
Before they owned it, they lived up here over in Spanish Lake, but couodn't take it any more and bailed... They seem very happy now...
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To be fair, if they had done the research first-hand, they might not have left places like Cook Station. There's a place not too far south of there that is pretty much surrounded by national forest that a couple of my redneck friends (who don't know each other and are from different towns) have said is a definite no-go zone.
It amazes me that somebody else in MO knows about
Cook Station
I'm friends with the folks that bought Cook Station maybe 10 years ago or so... They are running it as a Bed n Breakfast, Camping, Float Trip sort of get away... I've stayed there a few times...
Before they owned it, they lived up here over in Spanish Lake, but couodn't take it any more and bailed... They seem very happy now...
I was there when it was for sale, but hadn't changed hands yet. I'll paraphrase the tales that were told to me about the town south of it (still can't remember which one it is for sure).
Friend one's tale:
He was visiting a relative and took the mapquest route. He had been running low on gas and finally saw a service station. As he pulled in, he noticed a bunch of folks milling about complete with a dude playing banjo in front of the store. When he got out, everyone just stared at him and the guy with the banjo quit playing. He minimized his time there to just paying for his gas and getting out. No one said a word the whole time.
Friend two's tale:
A cousin told him about a cool swimming spot near that town and about half-a-dozen friends and relatives went. At one point, they're out of the water and a guy roars up on a four-wheeler, smiles real big (with approximately three teeth total), pulls out a 1911 and dispatches a possum on the other side of the group from him. He dismounts, walks through them, grabs the critter, puts it on the back rack, mounts the four-wheeler, laughs, and rides off.