Bekka Palmer

Bekka Palmer
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I spent last week on the Gasconade River for a family reunion. We floated down the river, found a family of armadillos, visited my grandmother’s grave, lit fireworks and had a generally great time. There was no cell phone reception at our cabins so a usually busy group just hung out for a whole week together.