Yesterday we left Colmesneil, the land of the pervasive yaupans, drove into southwest Arkansas the land of the pernicious kudzu vine, and are now in Hot Springs, AR in a torrential downpour which appears to be with us for the next few days, or more. We stopped yesterday afternoon in Murfreesboro, AR and mined for diamonds at a volcanic crater, one of the larges such mineral craters in the world. We slogged through mud for a few hours today, found a couple of pretty agates and jaspers, but no diamonds. When it looked like rain, we headed north to H.S. and our present location in the Gulpha Gorge Campground.
I had a unique experience today which was sprung on me too fast to find an excuse to say no to. As you are aware, Karen drives the motor home and I navigate and do the travel itinerary and stopping arrangements. As we started into Hot Springs in city traffic, Karen was beset with a situation which necessitated an escape from the driver's seat with no place to pull off the road or use a shoulder or parking lot to shut down, so for the first time EVER, I was called to drive the coach, and in city traffic, no less, changing drivers while at a stop light. But do it, I did, and I was able to drive about three miles, my first three RV miles EVER, keep it between the lines and navigate around some hairy turns until a relieved relief came back to finish the last few miles to the campground. It's good to know I can fill in, if needed, but I'm sure Karen feels more comfortable with me in the passenger's seat, and her behind the wheel. And to be honest, I feel better being the co-pilot rather than the pilot.
What a storm we are in. At the moment, it stretches from Monterrey, Mexico in a wide band all the way to nearly Toronto, Canada. Hang on everyone, and you too, Toto, we may be in for some Kansas-type serious weather for a while. But..........God has it under control.
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