How Mark Twain might describe a sunset at Mark Twain Lake, “Now, if you’d ask this old riverboatman, a sunset on that there Mark Twain Lake ain’t nothin’ short of a magnificent spectacle. Why, the sky, bless its cotton socks, turns into a painter’s palette, all ablaze with colors you wouldn’t believe – crimson, gold, purple, the likes of which you’ve never seen. The water itself, slick as a greased pig, catches the fire and mirrors the whole darn show back at ya, a shimmering, breathtaking sight. It’s enough to make a man forget his troubles and just sit back and marvel at the sheer glory of it all.”