More hot, muggy weather as Moe and I sweated out the 4th on Truman Lake, an absolutely ginormous man-made lake, with arms stretching out, octopus-like, in all directions. Being in a state park, where fireworks are prohibited, was no protection against a solid bombardment that began well before dark and lasted until nearly midnight. I thought Moe would shake himself to pieces.

All was not misery, however. Kayaking was excellent, with the shorelines well protected against boat wakes.

And we did find a hiking trail that was open: most were still closed, due to a tornado that had gone through the area in April.

And I did finally spy some interesting mushrooms!

Unfortunately, this oppressive heat is draining both of us: Russ is finding it hard to get the miles in, and I have little energy for activities.

BUT there is excitement ahead!