OZARKS and LITTLE ROCK

We left Fort Smith and drove up into the Ozark mountains. There's an old folk saying about the Ozark Mountains: "It's not that the mountains are so high, it's just that the valleys are so deep."






Where Carol made some new friends at our camp site.

Not long after this the saying " It's nice weather for ducks came true" and we retreated from the mountains.








We discovered that the locals were religious about their

right to kill anything that moved or swims.

Even the official body charged with conservation seems to be mostly concerned with getting the numbers up to the point where the species can be hunted.

We saw a fine display of hunting rifles at the local museum in Little Rock










along with a fine display about the local first nation peoples although we were puzzled about this fine traditional eagle feather item.







There was quite a bit about the trade of gunsmithing and some fine examples of early hand made one off weapons like this one.











This "Old Mill" garden was very Hansel and Gretel but we liked it as it stayed just this side of twee.














Finally we visited the shrine to Little Rocks most famous citizen.







Strangely we could fine no mention of "that woman".

AKA Monica Samille Lewinsky


We are still in Little Rock getting wetter by the day as the rain that drove us out of the Ozarks keeps falling. I suppose we will head further East but it is even wetter there!