Next up was yet another elusive stop on our tour, although this one was advertised prominently in Joplin literature. A quick call to the hotel netted directions that we were unable to follow. After circling the area with no luck we stopped a rural mail carrier for a new set of directions which seemingly led us on another wild goose chase. At some point during the drive I noticed the large water bottle Amy had placed in the cup holder - it looked suspiciously like the ones they set in the hotel room with a large label welcoming you to use a cost of $3.50. Ouch. Turns out it was the second one she had used. "I was thirsty" she said. "I guess so" I said.
Is that from the hotel?