While traveling cross-country to see our daughter, my husband was stopping at all the old historic areas on our route. He had read that Springfield, MO was the origination of Route 66, which he wanted to travel to the end and reach our destination. He read that Wilson’s Creek was part of Springfield, MO. He knew about Wilson’s Creek since he is a retired military and a retired history teacher. He was excited to see a reenactment of the battle of Wilson’s Creek. He told me the southern army won the battle, but they never followed through. They convinced Federal authorities to go with the union army. When we got to Wilson’s Creek, it disappointed him they didn’t have a reenactment every year. It was late October, and the weather was cool, so I didn’t mind not watching a six-hour reenactment. I preferred being in the car with the heat on. The park ranger told him there was an alternative, and it was called “living history”. The park volunteers and staff members dress in period clothing, have firearms, and drill with them. They give soldiers life talks, but they don’t engage in simulated warfare. My husband wasn’t the happiest person, but it mollified him seeing the “living history”. We left lovely Springfield, MO behind and headed toward our next destination. To be honest, I didn’t mind visiting Springfield. It was a little too cold for my taste, but we lived in the southeast. I wasn’t used to anything colder than fifty degrees, and that was in the dead of winter.