|Yakin' down the White River outta Norfork, Arkansas last month; an annual trip that almost wasn't. It was much needed R&R ... God is good!|
I began this adventure at 8:45 P.M. on a mid-September Tuesday evenin’ for a 4+ hour drive to Plano to pick-up Ty. Early Wednesday mornin’ … not tryin’ to beat the ambulance to the wreck, we cruised along at a good clip until we hit the Ozarks. Trust me, when you see a sign that says, “Curve 15 MPH” you’d better not be doin’ any over … unless you want to literally make an impromptu trail down a friggin’ mountain! During our journey we both discussed our work issues, but soon decided that the subject was a friggin’ mood killer ... other than the fact of bein' blessed that we were both currently employed. We stopped here & there for gas & grub, and hit a few antique/junk shops to break-up the tedious drive … arrivin’ shortly before 6:00 P.M. This year, I had made it a point to travel as light as possible … even though I’d brought all of the fixin’s for a 22-quart chicken, deer-sausage & egg gumbo. Yeah, that’s right … I said eggs! Don’t knock-it ‘til you try it; my cousin George Jones had taught me that lightly-forked hard-boiled eggs will soak-up all of the flavor of your gumbo. On top-of that, I didn’t wanna test whether or not fresh Gulf seafood would keep safely on ice for a 12-hour+ friggin’ drive. And NO, I don’t consider anything that comes from a friggin’ “Y’all-Mart” actual fresh seafood. Period. The only overkill were my coolers full of Lone Star Beer, which insured me that I wouldn’t be runnin’ out! Them dang Arkies ain’t too keen on drinkin’ Lone Star. Yeah, it’s a Texas thang, y’all; however, I’ve got ‘em likin’ the Robert Earl Keen and Pat Green music that I bring for the porch. Oh, and a big thanks to Buzzard Mike’s son-in-law “Nick the Greek” for helpin’ out with the gumbo! It’s a big task … so, thanks fer steppin’-up, Nick! And, as usual … no one went hungry.
|Rest & relaxation, with beautiful scenery around every bend. The ridge to the right is of particular interest to me ... read on for further details.|
|Keith Mathis (left) with Ty Jonson on his very first kayak trip; he did good & had fun, so maybe now he'll catch the bug & get a yak of his own!|
|The bluff just past the mouth of Goose Creek, which splits at Gather Hollow and becomes|
Twin Creek. Just north of here was a Class 3a report taken by Tal Branco back in 2002 ...
|This rock quarry was about a fifteen-minute walk from the lodge; the elevation and seclusion captivated my curiosity enough to explore it ...|
I’ll try and pin Buzzard Mike down to post more details about what-all he's seen & heard on his lease at a later date. Like I said, I didn’t even think I’d be able to write this entry or even go on this trip due to my work commitments. And I just cain’t wait ‘til my next trip, which will be a chance to see my fellow NAWAC investigators and meet our new associate members in Oklahoma. I’d be willin’ to bet that their experiences in the Ouachita’s this past summer will make my trip to the Ozarks seem pretty insignificant, but only where the wood ape experiences are concerned. My time with them Arkies, however brief … was nothing short of awesome! Many memories were shared, and as usual much fun was had. Those boys will always remain in my thoughts and prayers, and hopefully, we shall all meet again next year; that is, if God’s willin’. Take care and y’all come back now, ya hear?