Broke camp early and Yertled the last leg to Arkansas, about 310 miles. Spent three days reminiscing with friends we haven’t seen in far too long of awhile. They treated us like royalty — fantastic feasts, conversation, laughter and oh yes, even tears.
Arkansas is a beautiful state. We were on the White River near Bull Shoals. Our friends have daily deer, turkey and bird visitors. In fact, the critters frequent their property so often that the deer and turkey have been named. Even some of the birds have names, particularly the pileated woodpeckers. The squirrels, however, are all called SQUIRREL and are chased off as unwelcome feeder-food thieves.
Our visit was far too short, and suddenly it was bedtime on the night before departure.