We got back earlier from our trip to Missouri and Arkansas.
We had fun. Lots of fun.
I took many, many pictures and tried to learn how to use my camera. I bought a tripod and took some shots with that.
We went to the Laura Ingalls Wilder home and museum in Mansfield Missouri. That was my wife’s goal. It turned out I became very interested because there were some excellent historical tidbits to be gleaned about life in late 19th century Missouri. It also proved what crap the TV show is.
The highlight, for me, was going to Mountain View Arkansas. I had my dulcimer, of course, and found a jam. Not even pre-Katrina New Orleans had the music of Mountain View. It’s an old time music bonanza. The people are incredibly friendly and it’s a beautiful little town.
Arkansas.
The most exciting element of our entire trek however was the trip through the Ozarks on tiny backroads.
Let me put it this way, on the trip down south I became bored with the flat endless fields of central Illinois. On the way back I rejoiced at the flat endless fields of central Illinois.
Let me put it this way, on the trip down south I became bored with the flat endless fields of central Illinois. On the way back I rejoiced at the flat endless fields of central Illinois.
I could never ever live where it is flat. Ever. About a week’s worth and I start getting weird and paranoid- it’s just too exposed and you flat landers are too vulnerable there. I like bein’ wrapped up by my mountains, snuggled down in a holler.
It’s not so bad if you grew up with it. You get a sense of freedom and expanse, and the sky offers an unparalleled tableau of majesty and drama from horizon to horizon. Once my dog ran away from me, and I could see him going for three days.
I’m glad that you had a good time, Flydood I love vacations like that.
On the topic of mountains, up here in the northern tier of NY, you have the Adirondack Mountains on one side and then the St. Lawrence valley on the other, which is totally flat. I lived in the Adirondacks most of my life, so when I moved over to the western part of the “North Country” it was kind of a shock to not have mountains anymore. I still miss them.
I’m glad you chimed in. I have a newfound respect for the fact you have to drive on those kind of roads every day. Don’t you worry about someone slamming into you when your stopped at a mailbox with 10 feet of visibility in either direction?
I’ve driven in the Appalachians and the Rockies and it didn’t bother me because I expected it. I did not expect the Ozark roads to be so twisty. Besides, my wife makes me nervous when she’s a passanger and when she’s driving. It was beautiful scenery though.
I’ll be glad to be by myself when I come to North Carolina.
