At the show last evening, the cruise director mockingly mentioned that we would take Mark Twain Road, to the Mark Twain Museum, eat Mark Twain ice cream, etc. Someone else mentioned that the town wasn’t much other than the Twain stuff. With that as a background, I didn’t have high hopes. As it turned out, this is a most endearing little town. We wanted far more time here than we had.
Some stops in port were shorter than others. We suspect this was due to traveling slower due to the Z Drive issue. So, Hannibal was a mere four hours and we had booked a show. I was a bit wary after yesterday’s show not living up the expectation. Fortunately, this one did. It was right good.
Someone wrote an adaptation of Orson Wells’ Huck. It was performed by the Muddy River Radio Theatre players. This was a similar production that the children and I saw last fall of Wells’ War of the Worlds. We very much liked this performance!
After that we toured the Mark Twain Museum. This included his boyhood home replete with the fence! Across the street was Beck Thatcher’s house. Out back was Huck Finn’s. There was also a pharmacy across the street that the Clemens family lived in for a brief period of time. All real. I guess I had never put it together that these stories were based on Samuel Clemens’ real life. Heck, we learned that the cave existed and there was a winery there.
But that is where we ran out of time. We were at the art museum with 15 of the 16 Norman Rockwell paintings he did for The Adventures of Tom Sawyer when the town’s power went off. There was construction in the area (laying optical lines). We figured someone cut a wire. The entire town’s power was out. We also didn’t have time to get tot he winery and back to the boat in time. We were disappointed as there was a lot more to Hannibal than we got to experience. Next time.
On the boat we ate and drank although I was mellow still soaked from a week’s worth of drinking with Mom. We had the farewell toast with the crew before dinner. There was another show and more time just watching the Mississippi River.
Mom, Patty, and I listened to the band in the lounge and talked later than we had any other evening. It was the last evening together.