While these places of the Midwest unmistakably wither in comparison to the Appalachians and the vast scenic areas of the West, I have found some to be enjoyable in their own light. This is a collection of summaries for several trips of mine throughout the general Midwest, along with my opinions regarding what the region has to offer. It is by no means exhaustive concerning all the recreation opportunities, but it does include at least a fair representation of each of these areas.
My progress on additional re-writing and revisions this winter 2013:
IL-IN Ohio Valley Forests, IN Sugar Creek Valley, IA-WI Driftless Area all revised and complete.
Illinois & Indiana's Ohio Valley Forests
Almost exclusively, the state of Illinois is a sleepy blanket of smooth farmland. But near the confluence of the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers, unglaciated land harbors hilly and sometimes rocky terrain that distinguishes itself within the state. The Shawnee National Forest preserves the area's interesting places, most notably the Garden of the Gods Wilderness.
Garden of the Gods provides backcountry hiking access as well as the developed Pharaoh Campground for a $12 nightly fee. The immediate area is notable for eye-catching rock formations and some of the most dramatic relief in the state. Both traits are showcased abundantly on the garden’s Observation Trail. Hiking on a crisp spring morning with the trail to myself, there appeared to me a quaint collection of sandstone formations peeking over the deciduous forest. Pillars and hoodoos are the sort of shapes I only expect to see far away in the intermountain west. But here they were, tucked inside the heartland of America. These hoodoos presented some fun bouldering possibilities and camera-worthy views from atop the highest ones. I clawed my way up a few of them and had a great time doing it. Although the relatively short trail passes a finite number of formations, there are enough to entertain an amateur climber for a couple of hours. The trail also passes by some inviting entrances to the forest as it snakes through the stone towers. I explored one of them and grabbed a souvenir rock from the sloping forest floor below. For anyone wishing to see the best scenes the Land of Lincoln can offer, I would recommend the Garden.
Gardens of the Gods in the Shawnee National Forest, Illinois.
Farther east along the northern banks of the Ohio River, there rests a long tract of interior plateau wooded ecoregion that is preserved as the Hoosier National Forest. On one fleeting late afternoon, I rushed into the Buzzard Roost Recreation Area for the first time. The trail at Buzzard Roost traces the edge of the forest along an elevated view of the wide, low-lying Ohio River. It is a short walk even from the more distant parking area to the trail's end, but the roost lifted me high enough above water level to see a nice section of the waterway. Where an adjacent creek suddenly cuts down the ridge into the river, the trail follows it to the general state boundary with Kentucky at the river bank. I grabbed a souvenir rock from this leaf-littered creek, tossed it in the river, and then took another one to keep. I spent almost as much time hiking the trail as I did chatting with a pioneering camper along the trail. He had parked his camper-van along the trail at probably the best single viewpoint, a noteworthy sight once I realized he must have literally driven the van a short distance on the hiking trail to get it there.
After I hiked back along the Ohio, I hurried north a few miles to the Hemlock Cliffs area. Though it was getting very dark at the time, I took to the trail with my flashlight to get a general sense of the Hemlock Cliffs area. Gray cliffs line both sides of the valley to form a neat natural corridor, and the trail follows it to a magnificent natural amphitheater of rock. Though it was barely a cave in terms of depth, the volume of the formation was impressive. I explored it with the flashlight before making the return hike under a moon-lit sky.
Buzzard Roost to Ohio River.
Creek at Buzzard Roost.
Shawnee National Forest, Illinois: C+ (including automatic bias against my original home state Illinois)
Hoosier National Forest, Indiana: C
Indiana's Sugar Creek Valley
At the end of the most recent ice age, glacial meltwater runoff from the Wisconsin Glacier started to carve through areas of sedimentary rock in current-day western Indiana. In the centuries to follow, Sugar Creek and its tributaries have continued this erosion to form an oasis of outdoor recreation amongst the grain fields. Indiana has organized two state parks here within a few miles of each other: Turkey Run and Shades.
In my first proper visit to the Sugar Creek Valley area, I visited a crowded Turkey Run State Park. This recreation area has parking for hundreds of vehicles, possibly even a thousand when you include the adjacent businesses catering to tourists. Although it was an ordinary non-holiday weekend, it looked like most spaces were in use. Visitors were everywhere as I loaded my pack for a day hike through the Rocky Hollow-Falls Canyon Nature Preserve.
The amenities were bustling, but I figured the nature preserve would more sparse. On this day, there was a four-mile round-trip detour via Narrows Covered Bridge (one of many in this region) to reach the preserve. The trails here conveyed that hiking feeling more than I expected. This was not a leisurely walk through the woods. The trails undulated up and down between various exposures of sandstone - maybe not enough to make me forget it is Indiana, but enough to leave my resting pulse rate behind. Beech and maple trees around me were tall and thick, and virgin stands of hundred-foot black walnuts towered as high as anywhere else in the state.
Sugar Creek at the Turkey Run confluence.
Vegetation inside the preserve hollows.
Sandstone face near the northern banks.
This environment was interesting, but my expectations of accompanying peacefulness were wholly unfounded. The nature preserve was hopping with hikers and curious floaters who paused to explore one bank or the other. The latter group was undoubtedly the largest, loudest, and most intoxicated segment of the park's visitors. Sugar Creek was virtually choked with vacationers drifting along westward in canoes or inner tubes. There must have been hundreds on the river inside the park at any one time. Inside Rocky Hollow, one of the jewels of the park, it was particularly crowded. The hollow started near the river as a wide bottom lined by high walls of an estimated fifty feet in places. As the trail ascended north, the walls steadily closed in and airborne mist intensified. Around each bend of the hollow was another terrific scene of lush vegetation and mist; the micro-environment sort of had this rainforest feel to it. Eventually the creekside trail funnels into the cramped chasm at the north end of the hollow, and the trail merges into the waterway that smoothly cascades over the sandstone.
Inside the misty Rocky Hollow at Turkey Run State Park.
From the northern end of Rocky Hollow, I continued to explore the nature preserve westward through Bear Hollow, another waterway encased in sandstone walls. In Boulder Canyon on the west edge of the preserve, I found my only respite of quiet ambience. Boulder Canyon had one interesting rock overhang that formed a theater-like shallow cave, which was slowly being bisected by the erosion of water flowing into it. This was the roughest section of trail that I encountered in the park. In relative terms, it was indeed about as close as this area comes to featuring boulders and canyons. Just as I was climbing down through a narrow chasm into Falls Canyon, a tempest announced its impending arrival in the skies, and the solid rain soon followed. The trails thinned out, but the boisterous river floaters were just as unphased as me. I must have passed a hundred more of them on my hike back east to the covered bridge, which was fittingly packed with shelter-seeking hikers. The most lasting impression that Turkey Run conveyed to me was its crowds.
Descending on Boulder Canyon Trail.
A theater-like rock overhang at Boulder Canyon.
Shades State Park, though only ten miles farther upstream along Sugar Creek, has offered me a much quieter experience. The terrain is essentially the same as Turkey Run, given their close proximity, but with only a fraction of the visitors. While I found no individual places as terrific as Turkey Run's Rocky Hollow, the trail through Pearl Ravine comes close. Going counterclockwise around the Trail 2 Loop, I started inside a small gully flanked by sandstone. That gully steadily grew into a wide ravine complete with cliff faces on each side. Top to bottom, the ravine may come close to a hundred feet of relief. Trees obscure many of the potential lines of sight from the park's ridges, but from the viewpoint on Lover's Leap, adjacent to the Trail 2 Loop, I was able to find a few decent views through the gaps of the forest.
Trail through Shades' Pearl Ravine.
Lover's Leap viewpoint of Sugar Creek.
Additional trails through Frisz Ravine and Kintz Ravine lead from the park interior to Sugar Creek. The walls through these gullies are packed more tightly, and ladders are built into the trails to negotiate the occasional sheer drops of the waterways. Such traits make it harder to avoid the muddy sections, but for the majority of the route there is rock on both sides and underfoot, which is a nice surprise in the Midwest. The access to Sugar Creek was especially rewarding to me in autumn, when the creek was lower and the fall colors were in bloom.
Shades has a backpacking option available to anyone who wants to contribute a nominal fee to the Indiana Department of Natural Resources. The Backpack Trail itself does not visit any dramatic stone features; it is more or less a winding walk through the deciduous forest. Near the designated backcountry camping area, the trail encounters a barren stretch of power lines and a service road, eliminating any rustic feel that may persist to that point. This is the only backcountry area between the two state parks, so I really see the area as more suitable for day hiking than backpacking. For hiking, the Sugar Creek valley is the most enjoyable natural landscape within a hundred-mile radius. Given the sizable regional population base and lack of many outdoor alternatives, it is no wonder that even a generic Saturday can bring visitors in relative masses to Sugar Creek. But it is a wonder that they all flock to Turkey Run, leaving Shades as the quieter alternative in the Sugar Creek valley.
Aftermath of a sandstone fall.
Sugar Creek in autumn.
Turkey Run State Park, Indiana: B-
Shades State Park, Indiana: B
Iowa & Wisconsin's Driftless Area
Walls of White Pine Hollow.
As is the generally the case for the Midwest's roughest terrain, direct or indirect glacial activity played a key role in the Driftless Area. This regional pocket of relatively pronounced hills and valleys escaped the flattening effects of history’s most recent continental ice sheets. The region includes northeast Iowa and southwest Wisconsin, as well as small pieces of Minnesota and Illinois. It particularly stands out from the surrounding lands when one is driving into it. An even grid of straight and level roads suddenly dives into twists, crests, and valleys. This sudden transformation is plainly visible near Iowa’s White Pine Hollow State Forest. Surrounded by miles of gently rolling farmland, a low-lying oasis of trees hides a large valley.
In my visit to White Pine Hollow, I started north from the forest entrance on a well-marked path, but it instantly dissolved into a myriad maze of indistinguishable game trails. There were no maintained trails in my sight and no map in my possession, but I charged ahead anyway. The hollow was a great chasm underscored by the forks of a tiny waterway, the Little Turkey River. The creek forks flowed by some significant rock escarpments and surprisingly steep valley slopes bursting beautifully with lively spring growth. Those bullying glaciers may have tried to create pervasive monotony over all of Iowa, but they failed here. I followed the river generally north for a couple of miles before I took a souvenir rock from the riverbed and aimed to return.
Little Turkey River headwaters through Iowa's White Pine Hollow State Forest.
I suppose in hindsight, since this was just rural Iowa, I let down my guard concerning navigation. I apparently missed following the correct waterway and ended up hacking through wild brush and thorns to reach a random corn field to the east. The field was not my intent, but since I was in it, I followed it west to the access road near my car. When I came within view of my car, there was some stranger staring curiously into it. He turned out to be a nice guy doing some observations of the natural area, apparently in addition to my automobile interior, so I eventually forgot all about it. He recommended a visit to Turkey River Mounds or the Yellow River State Forest. I was thinking about the latter already, so I drove north alongside the mighty Mississippi to the forest.
Yellow River wildflowers.
I registered to occupy one of the free walk-in campsites at Yellow River State Forest, but right away, I could see this place was not quite the same as White Pine Hollow. The local terrain was comparatively gentler, and the trails were used as forest roads. Many of the paths were stamped with tire tracks. Along the road to my backcountry campsite was evidence of fresh logging. I staked my tent and took a shot on the Red Oak, Firetower and Saddle Trails, but all of them disappointed me in the same way. This is why I liked Iowa’s White Pine Hollow so much; it was surprisingly wild terrain that appeared to be undisturbed. The Yellow River State Forest, however, appeared to be neither wild nor undisturbed. The most enjoyment I received was when I bushwhacked steeply down from the Saddle Trail out of sheer boredom. At the base of the hill beside Paint Creek was a pretty meadow of blue flowers. I was pleased to find that, but without much enthusiasm, I shuffled back from there to my tent for the night.
Moving on from Yellow River, I decided to leave for southeast Minnesota. On the Great River Road, I entered a sharp landscape of hills and ridges around Great River Bluffs State Park. Although the past glaciers did not directly cover this area, they still managed to affect it in other ways. Glacial melting in the latest Ice Age fueled a gigantic Mississippi River, which stretched across for many miles and carved into the ancient bedrock. Those extremely high waters have since subsided, leaving river bluffs along the sides. I first visited the Kings Bluff Trail and hiked less than a mile to its best available overlook. The sheer river-facing sides of Kings Bluff and Queens Bluff are protected as state natural areas, so I hiked farther east in my search for an unobstructed vista. Although I understand why they are protected, I do wish all of the bluff areas were accessible, because it felt like I had to settle for second-best. I eventually found the best available sights at a clearing named South Overlook. It took some effort, because the trail network is ambiguous in places (for example, South Overlook is somehow north of East Overlook). Miles of the braided Mississippi were visible from here, as well as the ancient eastern river banks very far in the distance. This waterway must have been quite a sight just after the Ice Age.
Kings Bluff Trail in Great River Bluffs.
South Overlook in Great River Bluffs.
Blue Mound, Wisconsin.
On the eastern edge of the Driftless Area, Blue Mound State Park bills itself as the highest hill in the southern half of Wisconsin. As recreational visits in the region are mostly limited to this and other state parks, this park predictably had a fairly large area of family-oriented developments, but it also linked to the wild forest with a thorough trail system. More than anything else, the trail names are what lured me to this particular park. These include Basalt & Papper, Gneiss & Smooth, and my personal favorite, the Holy Schist Trail. Most trails were primarily geared toward mountain biking, but they were decent for hiking too. I walked several trails on the park’s east side, and they were most notable for the unique dolomite scattered all over the ground. Blue Mound is actually a monadnock, meaning the hill was formed by erosion of the land surrounding it, while the resistant dolomite served as a protective shield. In places where windows had been cleared into the forest, I could gaze a fair distance down to the neighboring Wisconsin lowlands, but most of the park was average to me.
White Pine Hollow State Forest, Iowa: B
Yellow River State Forest, Iowa: D
Great River Bluffs, Minnesota: B-
Blue Mound State Park, Wisconsin: C
Kentucky's Cumberland Plateau
Historic Cumberland Gap, Kentucky-Virginia.
Kentucky side of the ridge awaiting spring.
After a novelty hike to the heights of Tri-State Peak - the exact confluence of Kentucky, Tennessee and Virginia - I headed back north in my car to the interior Daniel Boone National Forest. In the heart of the northern Cumberland Plateau, I followed twisting gravel roads into the woods of the S-Tree Recreation Area. The day’s ever-present rainfall really intensified when I reached the empty campground. It effectively capped my activities for the day; I just read a book and waited for the rain to relent at early nightfall. I would check out the area after a night’s rest inside my dry tent.
In the morning, there were actually clear skies above this oak and hickory forest, so I gathered my things and started on the Renfro Loop Trail. Several areas of the trail were mud pits or standing water pools. At first, I made a concerted effort to hop around these spots, but later I just resigned myself to the mud. Most of my enjoyment was found just off-trail, as I sort of wandered through the dripping wet forest adjacent to the maintained trail. Hidden in the numerous hills and valleys of the plateau, I found exposed rock formations, soggy meadows, and brimming creeks. The loop went about four miles through the forest before returning to camp, at which point I took a short hike on the nearby Sheltowee Trace National Recreation Trail. I have read that it is a great trail extending three hundred miles through Kentucky, but I must have found one of its less remarkable sections. My short hike went through a couple of ordinary valleys missing the variety I had seen on the Renfro Loop. Once I ran into a pack of off-road vehicles sharing the trail, I quickly decided this was not the area for me.
Rocks on Renfro Loop.
Bog on Renfro Loop.
Some of Kentucky’s most striking features were a short distance to the north anyway. Natural Bridge State Resort Park lies tucked inside the Cumberland Ranger District of the national forest. I crossed a pedestrian bridge over the Middle Fork Red River and entered this park of dramatic local elevation changes around a large plateau. Several trails accessed the plateau; I chose the Balanced Rock Trail on the east edge. There were nice places for an amateur climber like me to scramble up the rocks, as well as interesting formations to admire. None were more amazing than the natural bridge itself, the roof of a large arch eroded into the remaining plateau. The symmetrical and blocked characteristics of the natural bridge are remarkable, both the work of nature's steady hand. I hiked the trail up to the bridge and explored the plateau northward to check out the available views for a while. Of course, the same color limitations of late winter applied here, but the sights were still the neatest I have seen in the Bluegrass State. On my way back from the arch, I picked up a pale blue souvenir rock from one of the plateau walls along the trail, and then I trotted back down to the Middle Fork to call it a day.
View from Natural Bridge.
Underneath the bridge arch.
Cumberland Gap, Kentucky: B+
Middle Sheltowee Trace Area, Kentucky: B- (London District of Daniel Boone National Forest)
Red River Gorge Area, Kentucky: A- (Cumberland District of Daniel Boone National Forest)
Michigan's Upper Peninsula
Lake Superior shore at Porcupine Mountains State Park.
The drive leading to the Northwoods Area was stuffed with farmland and homesteads, but in the Nicolet National Forest, northern hardwood forests started to dominate the landscape. All the roads skirted a seemingly impenetrable wall of trees surrounding each bend. I entered Michigan’s Upper Peninsula on such a road, where for hours, the forest continued unbroken. The scale of the forest was amazing, as was the bright shade of light green that glowed from them in the sunlight. Through this beautiful environment near Lake Superior's southwest shores, I eventually reached Porcupine Mountains State Park late in the morning.
I perused my map at the park office and left content to hike some interior forest trails. But a few miles southwest on South Boundary Road, the trailhead to Summit Peak and Mirror Lake yielded a strong first impression of resistance. Momentarily after I stepped outside, an aggressive swarm of flies wasted no time harassing me. At first, I mindlessly brushed and swatted them away, but soon thereafter I became alarmed. When I thought something was on the backside of my arm, I discovered a spot of blood about the diameter of a pencil. On my other arm, there were more such blood spots shining in a random dotted arrangement. I was aware that insects could be significant in places of the Northwoods, but I never thought it would involve a quantity of open wounds on this scale.
Porcupine Mountains from Summit Peak.
Lake of the Clouds.
I retreated quickly to the shelter of my car, where I wiped away the messes and pondered a solution. I had no insect repellant with me, so I considered that already to be a hard lesson learned. Though it was pretty warm outside, my best option was to cover all my skin with long sleeves and pants and continue. On my second attempt of the Summit Peak Trail, my defensive tactics made things stuffy but tolerable. I soon reached the viewing tower built upon the peak and, high above the flies on the forest floor, I was able to peacefully take in the scenery. The forest canopy from this view was a smooth rolling green carpet that stretched far to the Lake Superior horizon under a white smearing of clouds. Mirror Lake was hiding somewhere farther north, so I planned to hike there and turn around. But back on the interior forest floor, the black flies resumed a vicious attack. There was soon not a second that passed where I was not flailing my arms to sweep the flies away. It really sapped the enjoyment from this hike, to the point where I abandoned it altogether and forged another hasty retreat to my car. Soon I was back inside, searching for an alternative activity.
If I circled back around to the lakeshore, I figured I could possibly enjoy a beachfront free of the annoying black flies. I made the drive and stopped first at Union Bay on the park’s northeast edge. There were wonderfully no insects here to ruin the day. I took advantage of their absence to slow down and snack on the beach. Later, I waded out into the moderately cold water to discover a neat characteristic of the lake. Walking was difficult on the uneven rounded rocks, but each time I stepped farther away from shore, I could only see the same level carpet of rocks ahead. I never found out exactly how far the shallows extended, but according to the park map, it appeared to be a half-mile in some places. I took one of the rocks from the lake as a souvenir.
Forest on the Escarpment.
Layers of Escarpment.
Lake view below ridge top.
Still later in the day, I took the paved road to Lake of the Clouds. My first view of the lake was impressive. The immediate elevation differences were much more pronounced here than the areas I had already been today. From the high escarpment north of the shore, I could see the entire body of water extending about one and a half miles toward Cuyahoga Peak. It was a shimmering dark blue with brilliant green forests ringing every inch of its banks. I followed the pink bluffs along the Escarpment Trail in both directions to observe the forests and picture the vistas at each overlook.
After an afternoon of hiking along the Escarpment, I exited the park going west to Wisconsin’s Apostle Islands National Lakeshore. The sun was beginning to set as I arrived, so I accessed the lakeshore at Meyers Beach to absorb the wonderful sights. The water here was much more vigorous than it was to the east in Michigan. Crashing waves provided a neat contrast to the soothing light on the western horizon. I stayed until twilight, which seemed to descend relatively late at this northern latitude around the summer solstice. The absolute western end of Lake Superior was a relatively short drive west in Duluth, so I went that direction, and found a place to rest overnight just inside Minnesota.
Lake Superior sunset on Meyers Beach.
Saint Louis River shallows.
Inlet at Meyers Beach.
Saint Louis River.
Choppy lakeshore waters.
In the morning, I sort of realized that I had little time left for outdoor sightseeing, if I wished to return home at a decent hour. But while I was in northern Minnesota, I hoped to squeeze just one quick visit to a nearby park somewhere. I found such a place on the map named Jay Cooke State Park. There was absolutely no idea in my mind about what to specifically expect, but as it turned out, this park was worth the visit. The Saint Louis River carved through the land here about ten miles from its meeting with the extreme western tip of Lake Superior. Inside the river valley, the grounds were scattered with giant boulders of dark gray slate. The rocks were uniquely tilted at angles or fully upright above the waters. They provided a way to rock hop across parts of the river to some of the water rapids, and I grabbed a piece as a souvenir rock. Since I had arrived so early, I hiked a good part of the early morning along the river before the park was even officially open. No other visitors arrived until I was just leaving. During a quiet sunrise, I discovered a neat new place and had it seemingly to myself.
Saint Louis River in Minnesota's Jay Cooke State Park.
Porcupine Mountains, Michigan: B- (Really a terrific place, unless one is an unprepared visitor in black fly season)
Apostle Islands National Lakeshore, Wisconsin: B
Jay Cooke State Park, Minnesota: B-
Missouri's Saint Francois Mountains
I somehow brought the wrong map for these travels, so I headed kind of blindly into southeast Missouri just awaiting a familiar point of reference. That reference appeared in Fredericktown, and it was under an hour’s drive from there to the Bell Mountain Wilderness. I loaded my backpack with a day's supply of food and water at the trailhead, and then I disappeared into the wilderness. The elevation change here is naturally minimal; around 600 feet of gain lies between the trailhead and highest point. But the trail is still a nice climb to the Bell Mountain Loop Trail junction, and it yields pleasing scenes. None were more visually attractive to me than the igneous glades common to this area. These random grass meadows were naturally clear of forest because of exposed igneous rock. When the sun would shine through a gap in the clouds, it really made these rocks stand out to the naked eye in shimmering purple, so I grabbed one as a souvenir.
The loop itself is about eight miles after the two-mile approach, and it tours interior crests and dips of the forest on top of Bell Mountain. The trail was a rustic path obstructed by a few fallen trunks and patches of overgrowth, but I liked the accompanying undeveloped feel. I followed it clockwise past Joes Creek through hearty forests of oak, hickory and elm. The highpoint of the mountain rests on the backside of the loop, beside a ridge with sweeping views over the Shut-In Creek valley. The edge of the ridge is also bordered with more of the spacious purple granite meadows I saw on the approach. To my misfortune, a backcountry campsite on the edge was already occupied by the only other hiker I saw on Bell Mountain, but I found another site in the nearby forest and rested for the night.
Areas along the Bell Mountain Trail in the Mark Twain National Forest, Missouri.
After a leisurely return hike down the west slope of the mountain, I toured out of the Mark Twain National Forest to some nearby attractions. Clustered in the same general area as Bell Mountain, there is the loftiest point of these highlands at Taum Sauk Mountain, as well as interesting rock formations at two adjacent state parks. A few miles downstream of the Shut-In Creek valley I viewed yesterday, the East Fork Black River flows freely, except for the occasional blockade of hard rock. One such example lies in Johnson’s Shut-Ins State Park, where a tough exposure of ancient rhyolite turns the river into a series of tumbling narrow channels. The broad river valley upstream suddenly constricts with steep walls on each side of the channels. Between the tiny pockets of water, the rock is scattered like a checkerboard of limitless pathways to hop and jump from one side to the other. Much of the gray igneous rock looks like it has been polished to a smooth shine. Once I worked up a bit of perspiration scrambling over the riverbed and up the valley walls, the river itself was served as a cool respite.
Overhead view of Black River.
River approaching the shut-ins.
Overlooking the shut-ins.
Seeing the shut-ins at eye level.
Downstream on the East Fork Black River.
My last stop in the Saint Francois area was Elephant Rocks State Park, a quirky area of giant pink granite boulders. This is a very developed park with one accessible paved trail ringing the full perimeter of the most noticeable boulders. Inside that perimeter, it is a free-for-all of fun scrambling for amateur climbers. The rocks look like they have simply been plucked and set down on top of a mammoth granite exposure, but some of them weigh hundreds of tons, making them anything but mobile. Their origins actually lie underground and erosion has revealed them over time. The biggest rocks, bearing resemblance to elephants that spawned the park name, are three times taller than the average person. I clambered over the big boulders until I was content, ate lunch, and left these highlands very impressed with their variety and opportunities for enjoyment. Overall, the Saint Francois Mountains are wild and enjoyable settings with pleasing panoramas, rustic hikes, and eye-catching rock formations.