Welcome to Bare Foot Pass

Welcome to Barefoot Pass from wherever you call home on Mother Earth or perhaps beyond into a far distant galaxy. This blog is not particularly about me, but pertains to many people and creatures, events, places and things that were and are important aspects of life.
Bare Foot Pass may not be an easy place to find, for it emerges from a deep hollow south at a bend in the Niangua River. It has been a rendezvous place many times over the years and will continue to be. Often at dawn river mist rising into rolling clouds shrouds this remote beautiful place where solitude can be found beneath spreading sycamore trees. In August during the Dog Days of summer not far below the bend, gar fish can be seen floating near the surface, images of prehistory. Deer, turkey, beaver and muskrats abound. In the shadowed canopies of the trees, Bald Eagles and hawks of many kinds sit in wait for prey. In the first light of dawn Buzzards can be seen in the barren limbs of trees, their damp wings outstretched a ritual as old as time and soon the birds will rise into the sky to drift lazily in the winds.
South through Bare Pass is a virtual destination on these pages and can be found quite easily. Stories are many of the river, its people and history, but sadly much of today’s stories are endless lines of canoes, broken bottles and disregard for the river. Yet there are place that remain pristine and offer a view into the past.
The Niangua River Legacy embraces many aspects of time and of course will continue into the future. It is a journey across the Ozarks and yes beyond. Come often to this place of solitude to look and listen.