There’s something about lounging beneath trees in early spring when the leaves are fresh and backlit from the warming sun. From time to time it’s necessary to trek to the Cossatot river in Arkansas and satisfy a bought of spring fever and wanderlust. During a break in the recent rough weather, I got up there for a couple of cold mornings, mild days, clear skies and bright sun. Oh, and the puppies. Well, mature dogs, but young. Collared, but otherwise taking off a few days from their domicile.
Trees blown down by winter and March storms still barricaded some areas along the river – including the popular “Rock.” People traffic was zero and the cascading river over bedrock at the “Slip” where I nestled for three days provided a 24 hour symphony. Ah, a sonic massage… And, of course, the evening fire. And the dusk bat show over the river. Grilled bratwurst. So many little delights.
Lovely.
Trees blown down by winter and March storms still barricaded some areas along the river – including the popular “Rock.” People traffic was zero and the cascading river over bedrock at the “Slip” where I nestled for three days provided a 24 hour symphony. Ah, a sonic massage… And, of course, the evening fire. And the dusk bat show over the river. Grilled bratwurst. So many little delights.
Lovely.
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