So this place where we are staying is a large farm on a lake. They have horses, cows, buffalo, bison. The horses roam the place freely, and some of them used to be mustang and lived in the wilderness. Then they were adopted and now live on this farm.
There are also cottages for vacationers, an RV site, a bunch of campsites, a dock, a beach, and a mini-pier with a cafe is being built. And there are treehouses.
This is all owned by a Romanian family. They came to the US in 1977 for obvious reasons. Settled in California, had 9 kids. Then moved to rural Missouri for the kids, the schools, the affordability. By now the children have grown up and started their own families. But they all still live right here, next to their parents.
So four years ago – and this is the cutest part of the story – they all bought this farm together and started turning it into a vacation destination. Every family member does what he or she enjoys best. One takes care of the horses. Another is building. Yet another is driving the online sales.
I found out this whole story on the very first day because I bumped into the mother of the nine kids, the original immigrant with a thick accent, and she really warmed up to me once she heard I’m from Ukraine.
I swam in the lake for an hour, scaring everybody because people don’t believe the temperature of the water is survivable.