Arkansas, we are here!

We've decided Arkansas is the Golden State (sorry California). At least in the autumn. We drove the golden-orange roads today heading for our first state park in Arkansas. I will tell you what park it is tomorrow.


We're in the woods here rather than by a lake. And this is lovely too. The trees are tall oaks and loblolly pines, so looking around we see both gold and green. Here's our little woodsy nest for a couple of nights.


It happened that there was a charming nature trail down to the river where I could take Chorro off his leash and let him run. Here he is doing his happy dance.


Doesn't it make you wonder if grandmother's house will be through these woods?


Well here's the river! This is the Little Missouri River. There are actually two Little Missouri Rivers. One flows in North and South Dakota and Wyoming. The other is here in Arkansas. Here, it is referred to as Little Mo.


This community of ducks lives on Little Mo.


There was a small squabble in this community, but it was shortly worked out.


On the way back from the river, we came upon this moss. What a perfect color and texture for my next living room carpet!


Sunset in the woods is hardly noticeable. But as dusk comes, campfires light up all around us. The crickets chirp loudly, and it is warm enough that I have an open window and let them sing me to sleep.

Today was a good day.