“I put it under the protection of the Missouri Department of Conservation so the land wouldn't be sold for subdivions upon my death.”
I had seen a picture of Sandy Creek Tunnel and wanted to go there. I called its owner, Edith.We spent a lovely morning, walking a little drainage, which was once Sandy Creek before it ducked into a cave in its stony floor and reamed out the tunnel.
The she handed me over to her son, John, who ferried me through a corn field in the Sandy Creek floodplain and down to the edge of the creek. I quickly learned that the earlier I arrived the better, sunup if possible. I started in August and continued through mid-October.