Road trip, part 2

By Phil Crossman | Mar 31, 2017

We did eventually move along from our lakeside berth in Mississippi, but not far. We drove from the southern part of the state to the northeast corner and found another idyllic lakeside campground, and after a night there moved on to Tennessee and then to Arkansas for similar experiences. These state parks, the ones we've visited, are really well taken care of, each in a wonderful natural setting and staffed by truly friendly people. Of course they talk funny, but even when I can't understand them, I can tell they are saying something neighborly.

We've found that this time of year, we can pull into whatever state park with camping facilities (which is most of them) we come across and be assured of an enjoyable stay. As we approached the end of the day on Wednesday, clouds began to gather and skies to darken, and no sooner had we raised the roof and set ourselves up, than it began to rain and hail. I understand it's common enough down in these parts, but I'd never seen anything like it, quite exciting.

I can't imagine how cattle, which are roaming all over these parts, can survive it. Perhaps their managers get them under cover in time, but the storm came on more suddenly than would seem to have allowed for that. It passed quickly, though, and allowed us a nice stroll through the woods along a ridge above the Tennessee River. We moved west toward an art museum in Bentonville, Ark., that had long ago attracted Elaine's attention and, typically, found another nice campground in a state park in the eastern part of that state.

Yesterday we headed out early to get to our destination and in the afternoon it began to rain as hard as I've ever seen. Driving through twists and turns down from the Ozarks was some very engaging driving, and because it was raining so hard and the prospect of walking back and forth from the camper to a park bathhouse was so unappealing, we settled in at a hotel for the night and will visit the art museum today and touch base, probably for the last time, with an old guy who was in my dad's outfit in Germany in World War II. He's 96 and doing pretty well, but we probably won't be out this way again in his lifetime. Heading back east tomorrow.

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Comments (1)
Posted by: Maggie Trout | Apr 01, 2017 20:17

"Of course they talk funny..."  I can't imagine that they did.  Regional dialects are almost completely gone.  I had delayed reading.  There are road trips, and then there are road trips.  Each to his own.

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