5/15/20 – Moving On
We made reservations today for our next stop. Two days in Starkville. Back on the road. Finally.
5/15/20 – Claustrophobia
For so long there were so few people that now that the park is full I’m feeling claustrophobic.
5/17/20 – No Tires
My new bike tires were supposed to be delivered today. The tracking app says they were delivered. They weren’t delivered.
5/18/20 – Moved On
I must now admit that I was very worried about the concept of getting back out in the world. Those fears are gone. We are in a wonderfully unfull park with a muddy lake and many of what I’m assuring Pat are not bats.
In the local grocery store nearly everyone was masked and stayed away from each other. WalMart was as bad as ever.
It was nice driving again and seeing new sites, but after an hour my right leg and elbow were hurting.
5/19/20 – The Low Lake
Yesterday, when we arrived, the lake was way low. Today it is lower. The birds are having a field day picking somethings out of the mud. The “night birds,” as we have decided to call them, are swooping up the sunset bugs.
Several spaces away are several motorcyclists. Not in tents though. They are actually pulling tear-drop trailers with their motorcycles. Get a car dude!
5/20/20 – Not The Same Park
We got lost today and wound up going to the wrong park. What we wanted was Chicot State Park. Where we nearly wound up was Chicot County Park. The park-naming people in Arkansas have no imagination.
Oh yeah, we’re in Arkansas now, though just barely. We’re about two miles from the Mississippi River.