There's an old song....

A verse in an old song reads,  ‘My Uncle Mort, he’s sawed off and short…He measures about four foot two…But he thinks he’s a giant when you give him a pint…Of that good ole mountain dew.’

You will hear that refrain and the whole song, “Mountain Dew” many times, when you visit our recent destination of Mountain View, AR.  This is one of my favorite places to visit.  There is always un-electrified (if there is such a word) music playing each evening most anywhere you go down by the town square.  It is a favorite place to hang and just listen to the various musicians and singers.

Now David and Sophie are good sports but I did not know if this would be their ‘cup of tea.’  I even offered them the ‘out’ so they could distance themselves from the action if they chose to do so by letting them know I would not ever ‘press’ my likes on anyone.  David reassured me they had not visited before so they wanted to participate in the experience.  So upon arriving, we made our way down to the square Thursday evening to begin our initial Mountain View experience.  Our first stop was the ice cream store.  I decided I needed to get them all ‘likkered’ up with some ice cream.  Then we moseyed into the general area of the picking grounds to take our positions at one of the picking sheds.

Now Bibi was not with us having made a hasty trip back to Longview to take care of some pressing issues.  She texted me that evening while at the picking grounds to see how David and Sophie were reacting to ‘my kind of music.’  We had been there for approximately an hour and I texted back my response, “well, they haven’t thrown up yet.  I take that as a good sign.”  In fact, after I told them of my spouse’s concern for their welfare and well-being, they both told me they were enjoying the evening.

Of course, part of the entertainment is not just the music but the characters and actions of the characters found in and around the picking groups.  They particularly enjoyed a singer that had a very rousing RV song rendition.  They gravitated to another group where they found mostly dulcimers, a hammered dulcimer, a couple of guitars and autoharps.  They really enjoyed one particular fellow that seemed to be the ‘glue’ holding this group of players together, especially when he had to show another autoharp player how a song goes.

The next day we had a rain shower that cooled temps and made for a much cooler stay.  We did not go to the square on Friday.  One of the reasons for going to Mountain View this particular Labor Day weekend was the presence of Doyle Dykes who was there as part of the tribute at the Ozark Folk Life Center to Grandpa Jones.  If you have never heard of Doyle Dykes, then you are not alone.  Check him out on the web or better yet, go catch a live performance if he is ever anywhere near you.  He is a remarkable guitar talent, Christian and has a super story about his daughter and a white rose.  I was very glad that David got to hear him play Friday night.  He would agree with me, that if you could not see the stage, then you would think there are at least two or three players on stage playing but instead it is only one man making all those notes come from one guitar.

We explored around Mountain View the next day and visited some shops like the McSpadden Dulcimer shop and the Life is Good shop down on main street.  We had a terrific lunch buffet at the Skillet Restaurant adjacent to the Folk Life Center.  I had Bibi’s dulcimer fitted with a 1-1/2 fret at the Dulcimer shop.  Then Saturday night we visited the town square again for some more music.  I was not disappointed with the turnout.  This being Labor Day weekend, the crowd was out in force and as usual more people showed up after dark.  Bibi rejoined us the next day so Sunday evening was another town square event after having a marvelous catfish lunch at JoJo’s Restaurant on the White River.  As Grandpa Jones used to say, “Yum, Yum!”  

We even saw a right handed fiddle player missing most of the fingers on his left hand.  He had a partial little finger and some of the first finger but only nubs for his ring and middle finger.  Boy howdy, he could still make that fiddle sing.  A guy walked up to the group after they finished one of the songs and announced in a loud voice, 'I can play a fiddle better than that and I don't have any fingers at all on my left hand.'  When the fiddle player saw it was an old friend, a big ha-ha was had by all as this turned out to be a joke and good-natured poke.

While we were away, my son-in-law Kevin and daughter Kristi were drafted to mow my yard for me in our absence.  They had an interesting encounter with some yellow jackets.  In fact, Kevin was chased completely across the road after several painful stings.  It seems the jackets have setup housekeeping in a hole in the ground under the privacy fence between my neighbor and our yard.  The kids were extremely pleased when I told them to mow around and not to mow next to the fence so they could avoid these little flying demons.  While Bibi was home she talked to the neighbor about these creatures and he promised to look into it.

Labor Day evening, we noticed the square was not where the action was but instead it was located in the RV campground meeting hall where approximately 20 musicians showed up to play.  Most of these folks played the dulcimer but there was a scattering of different type instruments in attendance too.  The group was rather varied with different levels of skill and talent.  So we spent the evening with this group before retiring for the night.

They say all good things must come to an end.  So we sent David and Sophie on their way back to Bull Shoals State Park and the river while we made our way back to Longview the next day.  What I did not know was that some good things come to an end with a bang or in this case with a buzz.

Upon arriving home, we find the yellow jackets are still protecting their nest and the neighbor has not done anything to alleviate the problem.  So we set about to solve this problem before getting stung ourselves.  After researching and procuring the appropriate spray (according to the can the contents will kill the queen and destroy the nest), we developed a strategy to take care of the situation.

Late one evening, well after sundown, we get dressed in our long pants, long sleeve shirts and hats ready for battle with this flying menace.  For you see, we have found out that nighttime is the time to catch them all in the nest, according to the so-called experts.  Bibi has also covered the end of the flashlight with a red plastic covering, again according to the so-called experts, yellow jackets cannot see using the red light.  As a side note, neither can Gran see anything using a red covered flashlight which I will comment on in more detail later.

We, appropriately dressed for battle, have now begun our stealthy approach towards the target.  What we do know from the so-called experts are that yellow jackets are very aggressive and protective when it comes to the nest so you must approach at night (time of least activity) and with your red light along with your spray to eliminate the threat.  As we approach the target, we see multiple flying demons and knock them down with the stream wasp spray we brought with us.  This supply is quickly exhausted, but undeterred we proceed with our plan to inundate the nest with a foaming spray designed to fill all voids of the nest with expanding foam poison that promises to eliminate everyone inside.

Since most of this is done with a red plastic covered flashlight, my vision is severely impaired.  As I am struggling with loading the nest with expanding foam poison, I feel an intense searing pain on my right leg.  Lo and behold, I have been standing in a fire ant mound when all of a sudden they released the attack signal to bite me unmercifully.  Yanking the red plastic covering from the flashlight, I am horrified to see the flames jumping from my lower leg as the ants continue their attack on my leg.  After doing my bouncing, hand swiping to get rid of the biting ants from my leg dance, we retire to the relative safety of our living room, basking in the knowledge that we have met the enemy and in spite of the many obstacles they are ours.

It is now the next day.  Yep, you guessed it.  Imagine my horror the next morning when I went back to the battleground only to see a reinforced colony of yellow jackets and their allies the fire ants.  We have yet to get rid of them.  I am thinking of dousing the fence where the nest is located with gasoline and setting it on fire to cook them.  Only my bride is holding me back and the fact that my neighbor built the fence and not me.  Oh well, maybe I should find another place to go for an adventure until the cold weather removes the threat for me.   

A Short Move to an Adjacent Neighborhood

We are now at the Blue Heron Campground, right outside of Cotter, AR located on the White River.  It is 18 miles downstream from the Bull Shoals Dam and the White River State Park we blogged about in the last posting.  The owner and his wife (Terry and Marilyn) are extremely nice and accommodative.

Here we are

View upriver towards the north

View downriver towards the south

When we pulled in, he met us and told us about the layout of the park.  He also told us to pick out our spots and come see him when we were set up.  We did as requested and told him about some water hookup issues.  He took us to his office to get some basic information and said we can just run a tab instead of paying for our spots right then.  It has been a long time since I heard anyone use that phrase and meant it.  Then he immediately got up and came to address the water hookups.  This is great personal service from a really nice guy.

He has a grandson visiting him that lives in Madrid, Spain.  The young man is 12 years old and has never been out of the city to live a rural lifestyle.  Grandpa is teaching him the ropes and he seems to be having a swell time.  Interestingly, this young man can speak four languages (Spanish, French, Russian and English) and is interested in completing his education (high school and college) in the U.S.  I think Grandpa would like that just fine.

Bibi and Sophie made a side trip to Wal-Mart for provisions while David and I made the move from the state park to this private campground.  They made it back with a lot of food.  We are not suffering or feeling deprived in any manner whatsoever when it comes to feeding times.  They are great cooks and see to our needs.

For example, we have homemade chocolate pie (ala Sophie with David’s help) and Bibi brought the ice cream maker so we have homemade ice cream.  This ice cream freezer is just the perfect size; it will make enough for four helpings.  This works well in that we can eat and be satisfied but not eat and be miserable.  See, all our needs are met!

David and I wasted no time in continuing our fishing experience.  We saw examples of fish (big fish) being caught right off the bank at this campground.  Terry showed us pictures he has saved on the computer of catches by previous guests.  We must be doing something wrong for neither of us have had a nibble thus far.  We watch the fishermen in boats and most of them go to the other side of the river but we have not seen anyone catching fish yet, regardless of where they are fishing.

Gran gives it a try - aahhh but no success yet.

Even Bibi wets a hook every now and then.  Seems the fishing bug has bit her.

Since we are downriver a considerable ways, the change in water levels still occur but at much different times.  It takes the water released from the generators about 3 hours to reach this location.  You can get right to the edge of the river and watch it gently but steadily rise.  We estimate about a 4 to 6 foot rise in the water level from its lowest point to the highest point.  That is a lot of water.

That is a boat with fishermen in it hidden by the fog from the river, can you see it?

Not only is it a lot of water, it is still cold at this location.  One of our favorite activities is to borrow chairs from the campground patio and carry them about 60 feet to the water’s edge.  The difference in air temperature is significant between these two points.  It has been much warmer here in the past few days as the one heat wave of the summer has set in.  Daytime temps reached 100 degrees for the first time this year one day.

In fact, this hot day required a meeting of most of the campground residents at the water’s edge.  An interesting time and we met some folks we had only waved at prior to the meeting.  One couple is living in a fifth wheel while building a home on Bull Shoals Lake.  Another couple actually live in Harrison and are friends with the owner.  They had been in Mountain Home looking at travel trailers to begin either an extended travel routine next year or possibly begin full-timing.  So they stopped for a visit.

There were lots of conversations and funny stories told.  The funniest we heard came from this lady from Harrison.  She says a friend of hers works in a supermarket in Harrison and actually overheard this exchange.  This story was told after Terry discussed his grandson coming into contact with chiggers for the first time in his life.  It seems a man, in a similar predicament as the grandson, came in and asked the lady in the checkout stand adjacent to the friend’s, ‘How do you kill chiggers?’  Well the lady misunderstood the question, thinking he said ‘chickens’ and proceeded to explain by answering, ‘Oh that’s easy hon, you just wring their little necks.’  Well this perplexed the man to some degree so he commented, ‘that sounds pretty hard since they are so little.’  To which the lady answering him replied, ‘Oh no, you have to wait till they get to about a pound before you kill them.’  At this response, the poor man just looked towards the floor and shook his head slowly as he contemplated the size of the chigger he would have to kill.  He then turned around and walked out of the store still shaking his head without saying another word and left.

Some of our new neighbors

These guys like to play together and come to the river to drink in the evening

More neighbors

We took one day to visit the Ranger boat factory in Flippen.  Some of you may know the name Ranger when it comes to Bass boats.  They have a reputation of being one of the most sought after, stable, unsinkable boats on the market.  The operation is still family owned and employs several hundred people in the area.  They offer tours of the production facility.  Something we have a hard time passing up is a good ‘ole factory tour.  There are no pictures available for the factory tour, they do not allow cameras.

When we got there, we awaited our tour start time by perusing a couple of boats in the lobby of the administrative office.  Interestingly one of the boats had a number of cutouts in it so you could see inside the construction that is not usually seen on a finished boat.  Then we watched a short video presentation showing this same boat in the water (both moving and not moving while being fished from) and it not sinking.  Pretty impressive to see a boat with holes in it and water collecting yet not sinking while being used as intended.

When it came time for the tour to begin, we were directed to drive down a couple of buildings to meet Butch (with a bald head) out front of the production facility.  We made the move and located Butch (as described) and after some quick introductions began the tour.  Butch also provided us with some quick tips about safety since we were going into a live fiberglass production facility.  Then we headed into the factory.  The minute I opened the door and smelled the gel coat, resin, fiberglass mixture a bunch of memories flooded over me from my time in a similar factory from my college days.  David, having worked in a similar place more recently, remarked it did the same to him.

Butch was a former truck driver for the company until age and health took their toll.  Now he is in security and part time tour guide for Ranger.  He showed us both of their fiberglass production lines, one for the hull and one for the deck/platform as well as the area where the two are joined together.  They had a really cool robotic machine that uses water to cut out areas in the platform for livewells, storage, etc.  It works very fast and uses a minimal amount of water at very high pressure.  All of this was in a non-air conditioned part of the plant.  He then took us into the final assembly area where all the finishing touches, onboard equipment and motors are added to the boats.  If I worked for Ranger in the production process, this is definitely the building I would want to be in due to the cleanliness and air conditioning.

They do not build a boat unless it is already sold, either to an end customer or a dealer for inventory.  The choices involved in ordering one of the boats are staggering.  Everything from colors to electronics to motor, not to mention the model of the boat have to be decided.  The normal rate of production they strive for is 20 boats a day.  Pretty ambitious since they are producing specific orders.  Everything has to be coordinated.  I bet we saw over 200 boats on the production floor in various stages of production.

After leaving the factory tour, we spied a Pizza Hut with a buffet just around the corner from the barber shop David visited earlier in the week.  We gave into the hunger pangs and satisfied our appetites once again.  When we travel, besides preparing our own food, we attempt to sample the locally owned restaurants.  We visited a local authentic Mexican restaurant in Mountain Home and a local BBQ restaurant in Gassville.  Both were gastronomic pleasers.

Even with all the available activities and things we have done, the most pleasing one while at Blue Heron is our daily pasear del rio.  We will be moving soon to visit one of my favorite places to visit.  So keep your eyes open for the next blog to find out where that adventure takes us. 

Resting and Relaxing with the Neighbors

When we last posted we had just begun our adventure in the Bull Shoals White River State Park in Arkansas.  Since then we have spent the last two weeks in what I would claim is the best state park I have ever experienced.  In fact, this state park has won several times in the past few years the top state park in the State of Arkansas.

We can see why.  The area is well kept and manicured.  The camping sites are large and level.  The facilities are clean and modern.  There are plenty of things to experience such as free organized talks and hikes.  Nature is abundant and the air is clean.  Our last two weeks have been spent relaxing and doing what we wanted to do when the impulse moved us to do so.

During our stay we celebrated two birthdays.  Sophie and David each had a birthday.  For Sophie we visited the Taco Bell in Mountain Home and had her favorite combo for lunch on her birthday.  Later that evening, Brenda prepared a roast and potatoes dinner with a lemon cake for the evening birthday celebration complete with birthday candles on the cake.  David had a Pizza King buffet lunch with four different kinds of Longview’s Pizza King pizza and a homemade old-fashioned banana pudding (compliments of Bibi) complete with candles to celebrate his birthday a few days later.  This lifestyle is rough when you have to eat all this home cooking while in a rustic setting.

Happy Birthday Sophie, you look pretty happy!

Happy Birthday David, believe me.  He was VERY happy!

Another thing we did was tour the dam for Bull Shoals Lake.  The dam was erected in the 50’s by the Corps of Engineer for the purpose of flood control.  The White River was prone to a lot of flooding prior to the completion of the project and contributed to the Mississippi River flooding problems since the White ultimately empties into that body of water.

We actually did not tour the dam since it is mostly concrete, what we actually toured was the power plant operations.  This project included an electricity generating plant and is well worth the time to learn about how it works.  Water is taken from the lake and run through turbines that turn electrical generators to provide electricity.  This particular facility provides excess demand electricity for seven states.  It has eight generators that are used in the process to send electricity into the grid as needed when demand exceeds the normal capacity of providers.

We watched this process daily from our campground on the river below the dam.  When we got up in the morning, the river was low and not flowing too fast since only minimal generation happens overnight.  As the day progresses, around noon, the generation of electricity begins at the dam and the water level rises on the river and the current increases with the increased volume of water released into the river.

Interestingly, the water in the river is very cold, around 45 to 50 degrees while the surface lake water is around 84 degrees.  The reason for the difference is the water used to run through the turbines is taken from deep in the lake where the water is much cooler than the surface.  As this cold water comes downriver, it creates a fog.  One morning we got up and went to fish, we could hear people talking but you could not see more than a few feet in any direction due to the fog.  As the sun rose, it gradually cleared the fog and was mostly gone by ten.

Fog on the river

Fishing (Larry and David) in the fog

Larry is lost in the fog - there is a boat out there somewhere

Preparing for a restful sit in the Air Conditioned River Air

The cold water makes the river a prime trout river.  It is home for several species of trout.  The brown trout is native to the area but rainbow and cutthroat are regularly stocked by hatcheries for sport fishing purposes and to relieve fishing pressures on the native species.  We of course, being this close, decided to partake of the local sport.  So we succumbed to the fishing fever that envelopes a person that is infected by close association with so many anglers.

We rented a boat so we could reach the honey holes after we observed how others fished, talked to many folks and got a general idea of the types of baits used for catching the most fish.  As you can see from the picture, research does indeed pay.  Not only does it pay for the serious fisherperson but for the not so experienced as well.  Bibi caught her first trout ever.  Now you may think this is not a big deal but for someone that traditionally has not been able to land a single fish, even when everyone else around her is catching fish, this is a HUGE deal.  See that smile?  I was very proud of her and proud for her because she did this on her own.  Not only that but she hooked a very big one that got away.  Probably the biggest of the day and she had two witnesses that vouched for the missed big one.

Fisher folks in the boat-David, Bibi and Gran

I caught one, I caught one.  She could not stop smiling this day.

View upriver to the dam

View downriver

View into the river, yes that is what we are after, a trout

Somebody hitched a ride on David's hat- see the butterfly?

Tired but happy fishermen

Close up of the day's catch

This rented excursion also proved that honesty does indeed pay.  Because the water is low in the morning until the power generators are turned on and more water enters the river, you are limited to staying between two sets of shoals, one upriver and one downriver.  We knew this but got distracted and accidentally got into the shoals downriver as we floated.  David, who manned the motor, immediately realized our predicament and started the motor to get us back to deeper water.  This is when we heard it, the thud!  He restarted the motor and again attempted to get us out of the rocks to better water.  Many times we heard the thud! As the process was repeated over and over again we managed to make it back to the safety of deeper water and proceeded on our way, carefully watching over our shoulders during later floats to stay sufficiently away from the shoals.

When we turned the boat back in, David dutifully confessed to the attendant the situation and that he might want to check the propeller.  When we rented the boat that morning, we noticed they took a picture of the propeller and to us it was for comparing to the propeller’s condition when the rented item was returned.  The fellow said he would and sure enough a chunk was missing from one of the blades.  He compared the returned motor to the earlier picture confirming what we all already knew; we had indeed damaged the propeller on the rocks.  The attendant confessed to us he did not know what to do as no one had voluntarily and honestly reported damage before to him.

He began making calls but without much success.  The response he kept getting was, “we never had anyone tell us they damaged a boat before.”  He found out where we were located in the campground and promised to get back with us when he had an answer about what needed to be done.  While we were eating that evening, the attendant drove up to tell us, there was no charge for the damage.  He seemed genuinely pleased to give us this information since there had been such honesty in reporting the damage.  There is a reason to be honest and that is the peace of mind in proving your character.  So honesty does pay and pays dividends too by impressing those around you who have not experienced such honest behavior.

Some of our neighbors, hey that's not a hummingbird.  What's up with that?

That's more like it.  This feeder's for hummingbirds.

Don't forget Mr. Goldfinch waiting his turn at the feeder

Here is Mr. Red Fox himself

This is one of our butterfly buddies.  There were a lot of butterflies.

There were also lots of herons.

That is a bald eagle in flight about to land, see the white tail feathers?

This is one of the bald eagles perched in a dead tree.

Every evening the geese would fly along the river as they went off to roost for the night.

Some of the nature talks and hikes were very interesting.  The girls went on a birding hike.  Brenda and Sophie are dedicated ornithologists that never miss a chance of identifying bird sightings or calls.  We have a number of their pictures that reflect the variety of birds in the area.  Bibi is leaning towards this vocation now that she has an Audubon app for her iPad to use in confirming what she sees and hears.  For now she prefers to go and document the sightings with a camera, worrying about identifying and cataloguing at a later date.

The ladies would attend these sessions and come back to regale us with stories and information they learned from the park volunteers that had been shared with them during the sessions.  One particularly interesting session occurred when they went to learn about owls (around the 10 PM hour).  As they struck out to find the appointed meeting place it was already dark and flashlights did not seem to help them locate the amphitheater.  They walked right past it (even though a sign pointed directly to the amphitheater and was read by them) to the end of the park.  Having walked to the end of the park, and now in panic mode, called to find out if we knew where the amphitheater was located, which apparently we did not know but luckily one of the other campers they stopped and asked did know.  They ran back to the original sign and located the missing amphitheater.  For you see, they were looking for lots of lights and activity but alas, this is a night session looking for owls.  It needs to be dark and quiet.

We had lots of red headed woodpeckers in the neighborhood

and the elusive Pileated Woodpeckers (3 here, 2 on pole and 1 on tree)

Close up of Mr. Woody Woodpecker- a/k/a Pileated Woodpecker

They eventually found the session and did not miss anything.  Interestingly, the girls found the co-participants in the session as interesting as the volunteer’s program and comments.  A rather large group of Mennonites (they think) joined the session.  Part of the description provided to us during the recap of this session included the dress of the group.  All of the women had on their long dresses (all the same pattern and color) with the men wearing overalls over a white shirt.  Age of each of the Mennonites did not matter as all were dressed in the same fashion including the young boys and girls.  Owl comments were secondary to these revelations and ruminations.

Another seemingly interesting session involved night life in the woods and insects.  I found it interesting the girls did enjoy the presentation.  When they came back we found out they had been ‘officially’ recognized as members of the local spider sniffing group.  It even has a secret salute that resembles a spider doing pushups on a mirror.  Yes, for those of you that have been involved with a snipe hunt, this sounds eerily similar.  But it is not all smoke and mirrors.  There evidently is a method to sniff out spiders at night that really works.  Now sniffing is not your normal ‘smell’ sense but relies more heavily on the eyesight as opposed to olfactory sense.  It seems if you hold a flashlight next to your temple with the beam behind your peripheral vision pointing forward, you can actually see spider’s eyes in the grass, on the trees, etc.  Hence you are ‘sniffing’ out spiders.  According to the ladies, the spider’s eyes reflect as green dots when you employ this method.  I personally have not tried to do this yet, but I think the park volunteer’s extremely strong green laser light had a lot to do with the success of this technique.  The other ‘magic’ they learned at this session is how to make someone’s head disappear during the night.  Again, I have not tried this either but it sounds fairly implausible to someone with a logical brain.

There were a couple of sessions that we could not interest the ladies in attending, no matter what inducements, enticements and encouragements we offered.  One was a session on snakes.  There was another on edible insects.  Snakes I understand, but a session on edible insects is a whole different story.  You just never know when you might be stranded too far away from a Wal-Mart and need a good healthy meal.  I certainly would feel safer if my Bibi could scrounge up a meal of beetles and crawly things to keep us from starving to death while awaiting a trip to Wal-Mart.  Just sayin’.

We have certainly enjoyed the outdoors and wildlife since we have been here.  In addition to the neighbors we showed in the previous blog posting, we have seen the following and there are some pictures below to share them with you.  A red fox came strolling by one morning.  We saw not one but three Pileated Woodpeckers (of Woody Woodpecker fame) at one time on the same tree/telephone pole.  Evidently it was a family that included a juvenile (some would say teenager since it seemed to be pretty independent acting) being taught life lessons for survival.  We saw a pair of eagles regularly and according to one of the park volunteers; they raised a chick this past spring about 2 miles downriver.  The eagles regularly make fishing runs upriver to try and catch a fresh dinner.  This is tough for them as they can only catch fish at the surface to less than 2 feet into the water.  Since the trout in this river hang close to the bottom of the stream, they are well below the 2 foot range but easily seen through the clear water.  Such is the life of a predator, so close yet so far.

Another activity enjoyed by all was the ‘Moonlight Cruise’ on Bull Shoals Lake.  The park service operates a large pontoon boat staffed by volunteers to take visitors on cruises around the lake.  We chose the evening cruise due to the romantic sounding name.  Note to guys: it never hurts to include a little romance for your special lady in your life!

Gran and Bibi

Sam and Brenda

David and Sophie

As we embarked on our journey, we were provided with information about the lake, the flood control aspect of the dam including electricity generation and a trip to a known bald eagle nesting site.  Unfortunately, the eagles were not spotted but we did locate the nest.  Our guides later positioned the boat so we could see both the sunset and the moon rise.  The sunset was spectacular due to the large cloud formations.  Unfortunately, the large cloud formations played a part in preventing us from seeing the moon actually rise.  It was still a very enjoyable and peaceful ride on the lake.  We all had a great time.

Big body of water to match the sky and clouds

And a closer view of the shoreline

God says, 'How about this rainbow?'

Close to sunset

One last colored cloud

...and the sun sets on a perfect evening.

As you may have gathered, our stay while in the state park and surrounding area has a couple of themes to it which are 'relaxing and resting.'  We have certainly done our share and enjoyed the entire time here.  As with everything in life, there is a rhythm and now we must move on.  Sam and Brenda are headed to a very important appointment in Mountain View before moving on towards Longview and doctor appointments. As for the rest of us, we will be making our way southward about 18 miles downriver to a campground called Blue Heron which is situated on the White River and close to Cotter, AR for some additional resting and relaxing.  So until next posting, be safe and honest.

A Day in the Neighborhood

Before we leave Toad Suck completely, I am reminded of a humorous incident while camped there.  Sam and Brenda decided to join us there earlier than planned.  On the day of their anticipated arrival, we go to the office to make a reservation for them.  This was necessary because the Corps of Engineer parks do not allow online reservations unless made at least 48 or 72 hours in advance.

So our party marched (more like trudged) the half mile or so to the office to visit with the local camp host volunteer about making a reservation.  A very nice lady but definitely one that ‘follows’ all the rules to the letter of the law.  She informed us that we could make the reservation for them, after we had put up a tent or something on the site.  In other words, it had to be occupied.  We could not reserve the site, even if Sam and Brenda were showing up in about 3 hours unless there was a tent or other structure on the site.

So we trudged off (retracing our half mile or so trek) after she refused our money to reserve the site to contemplate our next course of action.  Not wanting to break any rules or regulations, we pondered and pondered the possibilities.  It was after we walked up to the empty site we wanted to reserve that David remembered he had a ‘blue’ tent with him.  So we gathered up the appropriate materials and moved our car to the site as we ‘erected’ the tent.  After inspecting our handiwork, we all trudged the half mile or so back to the office and announced we have a tent on the site, will she now accept our money for a reservation.

Erecting the tent

This is more work than I remembered

Almost there with the finished product-a 'blue' tent

Much to the amazement of all, she not only accepted our word about the tent; she took the money and gave us the reservation receipt.  Of course we are talking about a $10 one night stay here.  So we happily went off (by way of trudging our half mile or so) back to the campsite to await the arrival of our friends.  Here you see a picture of Sam and Brenda arriving over the bridge preceded by a couple of pictures documenting the setting up of the ‘blue’ tent.  We were a little disappointed the nice rules driven lady never came to inspect our tent to make sure we followed the rules.  Oh well, just another day in the neighborhood.

Don't look down -- too late -- they see the blue tent!

We set out on our way to our next destination, Bull Shoals State Park.  Several mapping programs wanted us to use extremely mountainous routes but we put our heads together after reviewing the available routes using Google Earth and decided on the least curvy road route.  Fortunately, this agreed upon route took us right by Fergusons in St. Jo, AR at lunchtime.  If you have never been to Fergusons, please make a point to stop by and enjoy their home cooking.  Do not miss out on the Cinnamon rolls either.  As Grandpa Jones (on Hee Haw) would say, “yum, yum!”

Upon our arrival at Bull Shoals State Park, we were greeted with hot, smelly brakes.  The latter part of our trip was definitely in the mountains with 20 MPH curves up and down.  We saw several of the warning signs about using lower gears on the steeper hills.  Anyway, it was a relief to get out of the rigs and off the road.  Well………, after we checked in.

 

For you see, we ran into ‘Sunshine’ (he says facetiously) at the next check-in office.  She was not a happy person and seemed to be generally irritated by the presence of new campers.  She was efficient, if not pleasant, as she checked in two of our party of three as her cohort (who was not only pleasant but seemed glad to see us and talk to us) managed to check in the third party in our group.  Again, it is just another day in the neighborhood.

We made our way to our campsites and are very happy to be greeted by wild deer crossing the road directly in front of us as we are heading to the campground.  Our initial inspection shows this to be one of the nicest state park campgrounds we have seen.  It is very clean, nicely manicured and large spacious campsites.  There are plenty of trees, access to the river is close and there are a ton of songbirds.  We even have visitors (see pictures below) of squirrels and deer.  The deer regularly show up in the morning and afternoon.  There are even Pileated Woodpeckers in the area.  A Pileated Woodpecker is like Woody Woodpecker of cartoon fame.  It is a large bird (about the size of a crow) with a distinctive sound.  We will try to get a picture of one to post.

Here are some of our neighbors from the neighborhood...

Got something you want to give me?

Please let me eat in peace

Oh boy, more human stuff to pick through

Red, red robin goes a bob, bob bobbing along...

Listen closely to my song, it is really relaxing says the dove

Mr. Redbird checking us out

U may think I'm upside down, but I think it is U 

Red Headed Woodpecker, not Mr. Pileated

Mr. Cardinal taking a closer look

Mr. Pileated from a side view and a long way off with sun in wrong position

This week promises to be fun and relaxing.  David and I have already procured the necessary fishing license and trout permit.  We have checked out the river and are making preparations for fishing.  Water is released into this river from the adjacent lake to generate electricity.  The more electricity needed, the more water released.  When there are a lot of generators being used, the river levels are very high and the current is very fast.  Overnight the levels go down but not as far down as in the past.  It seems there is a new agreement in place to protect the trout population in the river.  This agreement requires the release of water so the level does not drop too low.

This creates a small problem for us.  The main river channel is on the far side and this is where the fish hang out.  In order to reach it, you need waders or a boat.  We think boat because even the folks we see wading cannot quite reach the honey holes with their casts which is beside the problems of standing in such strong current and cold temperature creating other issues.  We have fished on the bank a couple of mornings without much success.  I did manage to catch a small fish (about the size of the palm of my hand) that was immediately released and that is the extent of our efforts thus far.

We may have to make plans to move to another spot further downriver after we leave here to keep the fish from costing $5,000 per pound.  We are still investigating and will let you know what we determine.  Until next time and more adventures, be safe.

River access

River fishing guide heading back upstream for another floating pass

That is fog on surface of water, cold water plus warm air = fog