Falling Spring was on the way to my next camp, and about 3 miles down a narrow gravel road into the Mark Twain National Forest. Not a part of the Ozark National Scenic Riverways, but instead was several miles south.
A family from Tennessee had homesteaded the site around 1851. It was an ideal spot with a large pond below the spring. I suppose it provided all of their water needs, and probably fish and frogs to eat.
The small mill was reached by a footbridge across the pond. This mill was not restored, and was in poor shape. And, it backed up to a cliff from which the water came falling down. I thought the site was quite enchanting.
My campsite was in the woods by the Eleven Point River. Only two other campers in tents shared the campground. However, hours of raining gave me an uncomfortable feeling about sleeping in that flash flood prone area. So, in the middle of the night, I left and found a pull-out on higher ground.
Camp: Mark Twain NF-Greer Crossing CG drycamp
Scene: Spring, mill, pond
Note: This visit occurred in September.