For many years they were underappreciated around here, the rusting, abandoned hulks standing silent watch over the lake shores. I think they're starting to make somewhat of a comeback. A local historical society offers a boat tour three times each summer among them, and they always sell out, so more and more people are getting to see how amazing they are. Riding along the water among them is an indescribeable, eerie sensation. It's virtually silent on that part of the Buffalo River, without even any noise from highways or houses. And on both sides of your boat are these grain elevators, as tall as skyscrapers, as silent as boulders, slowly crumbling to oblivion.