This picture is of a weed that grows off the side of the highway.
We also went to Carthage and saw the small jail where the Prophet Joseph Smith was martyred. It’s interesting, isn’t it, how such important events always seem to happen in such insignificant places. I felt the reverence there, and know that the place where the Prophet Joseph died is hallowed not only to those in this life, but to those in the Heavens as well. This is the original door with the bullethole that went through and shot Hyrum Smith.
It’s an old tram that looks like an old TV version of a space capsule that takes visitors to the top viewing tower. There are eight on each side of the arch that go up every 15 minutes. Come to think of it, the people of Saint Louis shouldn’t have to pay city taxes because they make an insane amount on the Arch alone.
We went other places, too, like the Saint Louis Zoo, and to a really great park called Boo Park. It sports a castle, dragons and fun things like that for kids to play on. Now we’re back in AZ, missing our son and his family, and find change staring us in the face. We’re moving back to the big city, and are faced with the daunting task of squeezing the belongings on an acre property into a smaller home and a city lot.