St. Francois State Park

An hour from home, with trails enough to fill a day.I have fond childhood memories of the park. There's a scout ranch a little farther down 67. When my mother would take my brother and I to summer camp, we'd stop off at St. Francois for a picnic. Fried chicken, usually, not the thickly battered kind, but my mother's floured version, peppery and crisp.

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