August 23, 2020. Holiday Island, AR. Holiday Island

When we first came to Arkansas in early 2014 to volunteer at the Passion Play we took some time to explore the area around Eureka Springs. Eureka Springs, itself, is a quaint Victorian-style city of about 2000 people, built on rugged terrain with steep hills, narrow streets and what can politely be called a liberal political agenda. The area outside Eureka is home to a wide variety of people from squirrel eaters to connoisseurs and everything in between. Mostly common folk. The Passion Play, which we used as our physical address prior to the cabin, is in Eureka Springs, but outside the City limits, so not under the political control of the city, but definitely impacted by all of their rules and regulations and restrictions.
And then there is Holiday Island. When we first explored it, it seemed like a Florida retirement community with houses on the golf course, a marina with fancy boats, big homes with beautiful views, a pricey homeowners association and maybe a bit too snooty for folk like Karen and me. The "physical" address of our cabin is in the Holiday Island zip code, outside the "city limits" of Holiday Island (no association fees), but has a Eureka Springs label when we tell people our address, so anything bigger than the mail box isn't delivered to our mail box (a half mile from our cabin) and the mailman won't drive the half mile to deliver it so it goes to the Holiday Island post office, two miles from our cabin, where we have to go to pick it up. Is that confusing? Wait. It gets worse.
We don't want any of our mail to be sent to our physical address since it is on a more-travelled county road and susceptible to "pirates" so we had to submit a change of address to the Holiday Island post office giving our Eureka Springs post office box as a forwarding address for any mail sent to our physical address. The PO Box in Eureka Springs is 10 miles from our physical address, 2 miles from the Passion Play, but more secure, even though some packages sent there are too big for the box and we can only pick them up during business hours, which are more flexible than the Holiday Island post office.
Did any of that make sense? Have I told you about the Census "mess" we created by living in Eureka Springs, but not in the city limits on April 1, but now living in a Holiday Island physical address, but not in the city limits, with a Eureka Springs address label?
I've written too much already. See you next time.

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