My friend Kelly frequently calls me, more frequently since his Grandmother passed away. He calls a lot and when I ask what he is doing, he answers with “sitting at the river” quite often. I asked him last week if he would take me out there tonight to take some photos. He agreed, and tonight, off we went!
We chit chat about the past and the present as we are driving to the river. As we pull up to the river he says “Well, I hope there is room to park on the other side!” I thought he was talking about the car that was already parked there. He meant the other side of the river!
See that other car? That is where I THOUGHT we were parking. However, where I am standing is where we parked. Do you see a bridge? Uh no. He drove through the water. Did he warn me? No. Did my eyes bug out of my head? YES! I might be from Arkansas, but that does not mean I am used to driving through rivers in a pick up truck!
He knew some of the other crazy people who drive through rivers for parking, so while he was talking to them, and after introducing me, I started taking other photos. The sunlight was streaming through the trees and hitting the water in several spots.
He finally wrapped up his conversation with the people I am pretty sure were quite toasted, and we started our short hike down the riverbed. I am really glad he insisted I wear jeans on this hike since we ended up actually hiking over and around various things.
Now, I am going to say three things. First, it sucks when you have short legs and someone does not have a side plate to climb into their big ass truck. Second, when the person is six inches taller than you and he just steps over the logs, it’s really an unfair advantage. I am sure I looked completely graceful straddling logs like I was riding a horse and getting an occassional hand for balance. Stupid short legs! Third, man I love riding around in a truck with the windows down in Arkansas. What I don’t love about it is having curly hair and trying to get the tangles out later. OUCH. Anyway…
We found a dead cow skull in the water…
Ok, it was on another bank, and it’s not a dead cow skull, but it really did look like it from a distance.
We saw the reflection of the canopy above us in the water.
Along with sticks and leaves floating by. There were also little minnows swimming around, but you can’t see them in this photo.
We both enjoyed the serenity that came from being in nature so far from everyone else.
Most of all I enjoyed scaring the random drunk guy when we came out of the woods. The phrase “HOLY SHIT where’d you come from???!!!” has never been so funny. Jello shots were offered and declined. Also, random drunk dude shook my hand and introduced himself. He squeezed the ever loving beegezus out of my hand. Either he was trying to make the fat jiggle on my upper arms, or he thought I was a man. I am hoping he’s into arm fat jiggling.
P.S. There are no new photos of Kelly because we tried to go to several different access points. I was going to take photos of him at one of those, however, it must have been party central at the river because people were blocking the other access points with camping gear.