In Muscatine, Iowa there is a point overlooking the river said to be Mark Twain’s favorite.
I never know how much credence to put into such things as people have told me variously that they were at the widest point in the river, the deepest point, the tightest bend, the highest overlooking bluff, and possessing a street curvier than famous Lombard in San Francisco. In any case, it was quite a nice view and Mark Twain could hardly be faulted.
If you look carefully, you can find Hazel posing in the photo.