The next day we ventured into western Arkansas, stopping at such places as Pencil Bluff for shopping in a mineral store, eventually turning north at Y City. Now there is originality. It's where the road, you guessed it, Ys. From there quickly onward to Ft. Smith, and thence into Oklahoma. We are beginning to get the hang of living in a space about 8 x 14 feet, not counting the cab area. Or are we?
We continued onward via I-40 which at this point follows the famous Route 66. We stopped in Clinton to visit Route 66 Museum. We arrived at Shawnee early in the evening and camped at Catfish Roundup, a very nice facility with restaurant on the grounds. The price was right and the catfish was great. Deep fried, of course. What diet?
I owned a van like this one. I wrote about it here.
The owners of the grounds had a large area populated by several deer, including Lucy, a very small doe, and some of her offspring. She always throws twins and one set of buck twins was particularly magnificent. Nice racks. Lucy was quite the pet and JoAnn enjoyed handing her clumps of grass. Cookie was jealous and showed himself somewhat.
Lucy, Cookie, and JoAnn
10 comments:
Great memories of good trips.
Sounds like it was fun - except for the living space.
Grace, tradeoff. Comfort of lndoor space for the great outdoors.
Vee, enjoying memories while making new ones.
Catfish always trumps diet. I'll have some red beans and rice with mine.
Excellent choice of side, Chuck.
You guys are making me hungry.
Lin, then our job is done here.
Road trips are great! Have a blast
Shark, the double asterisk after the title indicates that the material that follows is lifted from a journal I wrote thirteen years ago. I do like road trips.
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