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southern arkansas trip report: part 1
2004-04-21 - 6:16 a.m.
all photos © 2004 by
Elaine Radford and Roger Williams
Easter Sunday, April 11
The weather report had threatened constant thunderstorms and even
a chance of "small hailstones," but it was mostly just a cold drizzle
as BF and I headed north up the Mississippi River. One time I looked
down into a small green valley just off the roadway and saw a huge male
displaying to another attentive Turkey. We had a very windy picnic lunch of
home-made potato salad and
oven-fried sesame chicken at the
Mississippi riverboat welcome center outside Greenville. I didn't
see the home-made dinosaurs and giraffe that I used to see on the
drive to Greenville. The road was being widened, and I suspect
that the dinosaurs have been dismantled.
Once we got into Arkansas, I started working on my bird list with the help of
Mel White's A Birder's Guide to Arkansas. We explored Grand
Lake, coming to within about a mile of the Louisiana border. We found
a puzzled Snow Goose that had apparently been left behind when the
other birds migrated -- don't you hate when that happens? -- as well as
an abundance of Eastern Meadowlarks and an unfortunate Red-Tailed Hawk
being mobbed by Mockingbirds and Blue Jays.
For dinner we found a not-too-imaginatively named restaurant in Greenville
called, Hunan Restaurant, but the "beef with orange flavor" was to die for. BF's
fortune read: Stop procrastinating -- starting tomorrow. Mine said:
You will continue to take chances and be glad you did.
Monday, April 12
The wettest and gloomiest day of the trip, it was too dark to encourage
any photography. The birding was pretty good, though. We explored the
Lake Chicot area. Lake Chicot's claim to fame is that it is the longest
oxbow lake in the United States or maybe the world -- in any case, it is a
very long lake, almost riverlike in its look. At the state park, two very wet Northern
"Yellow-Shafted" Flickers pecked on the ground near the car, their faces intent
and close together as they worked. Near a windy reservoir heavily populated
with Coots and Double-Crested Cormorants, BF spotted a young Bald Eagle
being harassed by American Crows. She was a huge Eagle and made the Crows
look like sparrows, but she couldn't maneuver to chase them off and had
to fly some distance away. We saw where she landed and drove over for
a nice long look.
We ate dinner at the LakeShore Cafe, although we couldn't see the sun set because
it was already wet and dark. We had some very enjoyable live entertainment provided
by "Miles," who was a real one-man band from Greenville. Of course, back in
the day when I was playing two-for-one blackjack
in the clueless Greenville casinos, some Greenville tourist agency had sent me some magazines, a cassette tape,
and some brochures, all on the theme that the Delta in general and Greenville in
particular were the original source of all literature and music, so I made my usual
jokes about Greenville, Mississippi, birthplace of the arts, but the truth was
that we had a great time and enjoyed a fun performance. And, while I doubt
Robert Johnson is tossing and turning too restlessly in his grave, we can say
that we've seen a genuine Greenville musician.
Tuesday, April 13
In the morning we drove down some country roads to Hot Springs.
We lunched at the Arlington Hotel, where Al Capone and entourage
used to take the entire fourth floor. The story goes that, in ancient times,
the Native American tribes agreed that weapons could not be used, and that
wars could not be fought, in the Hot Springs area. All peoples could put
down their weapons and bathe together in peace. When the white settlers came,
they continued the tradition, and Prohibition-era gangsters from all over the
U.S. would not fight each other
while vacationing in Hot Springs.
We visited the uncapped hot springs across from the Arlington,
hiked up Hot Springs Mountain, and came down the Dead Chiefs Trail to
the Open Spring. If you have not visited the springs, you might think
the bright green algae is an artifact of the image processing. Nope.
The algae is really that bright green in real life.
We browsed the books
at the Golden Leaves, but weren't inspired to purchase any books
of ancient wisdom to add to our collection. I think we might have
been a little nervous. Then it was time to check
into our bed and breakfast,
where we got married after
only 20 years and 6 months of living together. Then we had some
excellent steaks at the Brick House Cafe, where the hostess penned
us a poem on the theme of "from Hot Springs to bed springs" in honor
of the newlyweds. Then we went back to our spacious room and opened
a bottle of champagne.
OK, OK. It does seem a little sneaky. But you can't invite one person
to your wedding without inviting everyone, so the usual choice is to
throw a Princess Diana style bash that leaves you bankrupt, stressed, and miserable, or
else to throw a more modest ceremony in the full knowledge that you will be
leaving someone out and hurting someone's feelings. In fact, we
went through something similar not too long ago, with someone we thought a close
friend, who clearly didn't think we were close enough friends to be invited
to his wedding, and, well, it just isn't a pleasant feeling. But spending a zillion bucks
to keep everybody happy who needs to be kept happy -- and, by the by, forcing
relatives to drive or fly from out of town to attend what is, after all, a
fairly tedious ritual -- nah. And if I had to wear white and be photographed
with flowers, well, it just wasn't going to happen. So the secret wedding.
Even my mom didn't know in advance. It was just me and the BF. And I didn't
wear white and try to fob myself off as the world's most well-aged virgin. I
wore the blue cashmere dress with my white triple layer pearl necklace.
And so to the champagne...
Part Two of our southern Arkansas adventure, Explosion at the Butterfly
Factory, is coming soon.
Hummingbird Report: Lots of chasing. Both male and female RTHU present.
Kite Report: Still here, still active. I just saw a Mockingbird chasing one of the Kites.
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