O- Rama Put some color in your herd! Our last day in Arkansas was more exciting than planned. We looked at our map and found “Goat Bluff Trail” near the old ghost settlement of Erbie. It sounded like an easy, scenic loop. So far our National Geographic Trails Illustrated map had not let us down (I’d consulted it constantly on Tuesday’s long trek). The map showed an improved dirt road from Compton to Erbie, and at first it looked very nice.

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But as we continued along, we realized it had not been “improved” in many, many years. That’s when I also realized that our map was made in 1. I don’t know that anyone bothered to look at this particular road. Soon we were crawling along in 4. Watch Carry On Jack Online Idigitaltimes. WD low, thankful for high clearance, and hoping we didn’t encounter a huge washout that would require us to retrace our route in reverse, because there weren’t a whole lot of places to turn around!

The goats had a very rough ride, and it took us a long time to cover four miles. When we finally arrived at our destination, we saw this sign in our rearview mirror… gee, if only they had thought to put one at the other end!

I believe I mentioned that there are a lot of spiders in Arkansas. One of them liked Sputnik’s view and decided to build on the unclaimed real estate between his horns. She started before we left our cabin and was still working away an hour and a half later when we arrived at the trailhead. Our destination: Goat Bluff Trail was pleasant and wooded and ran along an old farmstead fence.

If it weren’t for his orange packs, Sputnik might have been lost among the speckled rocks and dappled shadows. Goat Bluff: Naturally, Finn has to lean over the edge and take a look around. Pixels Online Putlocker. Sputnik prefers a more cautious approach.

If it weren’t for the purple halter and orange pack you’d never see him. After Goat Bluff Trail, we hiked down into the river bottoms where we encountered “Farmer’s Farmstead”.

I thought it was a funny name and wondered whether this was the owners’ last name or whether it was given a generic label because no one knew their name. First we explored the spacious old barn. It looked in better shape than some of the barns I’ve used over the years! Not far away, although difficult to see through the dense brush, was the farmhouse. The cellar door was broken and I found many empty glass jars still on the shelves.

And there was ample evidence of wild pigs! I thought they were deer hoof prints at first, but deer don’t live in dark, underground places. I’ve never hiked in wild pig territory before. I found this little medicine vial on the porch.

I wonder what it once contained? The interior of the house was in tatters and looked like it had last been occupied in the 1. There were pieces of glittering formica backsplash in the kitchen, peeling floral wallpaper, and cracked linoleum tiles on the floor. The sole inhabitant (other than the transient wild pigs in the cellar) was a bat hanging from the living room ceiling. I took many photos because abandoned houses fascinate me in a sad sort of way, but this picture stuck with me because of the leaf pattern stenciling on the door. It’s the personal touches that made this house a home to the people who once lived in it, and it’s sad to think that a house once full of warmth, happiness, and family has sat cold and abandoned through the years. So many events occupied these people’s minds–things that at the time were so important but are no longer remembered–a sick calf, a church picnic, an early frost, a dance, a washout in the road, a new foal.

Everyday things put color into our lives but are forgotten with Time, and those who come after can only imagine them. Right next to the main “Farmer” residence was a completely collapsed house that Phil called the “man cave” because of the large easy chair still standing among the rubble. And then there is the necessary house. This one looks ready for action and is double- seated for maximum efficiency. I’m not sure what this shed was for. It was leaning at such a crazy angle that I wasn’t about to step closer and investigate. Watch Paris Blues HIGH Quality Definitons.

Sputnik was foolhardy enough to take a peek despite my protests, but he wouldn’t tell me what he spied through that door. After Farmer’s Farmstead, we hiked up the hill to Cherry Grove Cemetery. It was shady and quiet and the perfect spot for a rest and a picnic lunch. The last person was buried here in 1.

Here we found the answer to our question about the “Farmer” farmstead. It was a last name after all. Here lies James W. Sarah E. Farmer. Next to them are buried two of their children who died in infancy.

If yesterday’s river tromping adventure was Finn’s day for photos, this one was Sputnik’s. I love how solemn he looks. Finn and Sputnik made themselves very cozy between a couple of Buchanans.

We ended up spending a lot more time in this graveyard than originally planned because reading the headstones was so entertaining. While it’s easy for us to take our education for granted in this day and age, I’m sure it was difficult to get formal learning in these remote areas back in the 1. Unfortunately, the grave carver chiseled his lack of education (and sometimes perhaps his inebriation) in stone. In case they are hard to read on your computer screen, I have added translations above each picture.

I don’t know why there is a period behind every word, but it seems to be a common (though not consistent) theme with this particular headstone carver. The spacing is rather interesting as well. Didn’t this guy ever think of penciling in the letters before he started carving? If he did it all freehand, I’m impressed with his skill, but not with his forethought.“Wele. Jordan. hapy. in. the. This was our favorite: “IN.

MEMORY. OFjoseph M. Buch. anan . was Born. BYConfederates. Mrach. Recruiting. Officer.”I can forgive misspellings, but how does one make a typo while carving in stone? Mrach”?? And if you’re going to misspell in stone, why ADD letters (“aprile”, “armey”)?

I can’t help but think that this man might have had a little help from the jug down cellar while chiseling out his masterpiece. I love how the “r” in “Recruiting” was squeezed in afterwards.

My favorite part is that it is carved into a headstone with books adorning the top–a shrine to education. This headstone is indeed a masterpiece. I only hope mine will be this memorable. This headstone was unique in that I’ve never seen so much age detail given on an adult’s headstone.“IN. MEMORY. OFMargret.

Farmer wasborn oct the 9day. Born in Newton. COARK ”Lest we laugh too immoderately over the dead, I bring us back down to sobering reality with this infant’s gravestone. Many youngsters were buried here. It appeared that one couple lost at least five or six babies and children. Quite a few women died in their 2.

I wondered if many of them died in childbirth. I’m sure doctors were scarce here back in the 1. It was not an easy life, and I admire the brave folks who, despite incredible hardship, carved out a place for themselves in these steep, rocky valleys. After we left the cemetery we came to a rather difficult river crossing. It was wide and almost waist deep. Going around was not an option at this point–we’d come way too far. So we took off our shoes, held them over our heads, and waded in.

Sputnik’s panniers floated for a few seconds and then filled with water. Good thing we’d already eaten most of the food!

I kept the camera over my head and hoped I wouldn’t slip and fall on the uneven bottom. I had some close calls, but since Sputnik was on a leash next to me I was able to grab onto him for balance a couple of times. When we got to shore and replaced our socks and shoes, Phil noticed that his ankles were once more covered in seed ticks.

Yuck! We soon came to a newly mown hay field and another old barn. This one was big and beautiful with a long grain storage area down the center, many box stalls for horses, areas on the side to keep equipment, and a huge hay mow up top. Sputnik is standing in front of the grain storage. I liked the slanted boards.