Photo Taken in Eureka Springs, Arkansas

Saturday, October 19, 2013

A Bit of an Absence

I've been so busy this summer...  having fun. :)  I really have neglected being here and I have so much to share.  I think I'll spend the winter updating Ozarks Crescent Mural.  I just need to get motivated to go through my photos.

Here's a clue as to what I've been up to.

See you very soon.

P.S. That new car below from an earlier post, the Prius, has morphed itself into an Avalanche.  Much more useful for an adventure lifestyle.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Meet Ponca

This is Ponca, a baby Pomeranian, who looks just like a little fox. He just joined our family. He's from Valley Springs, Arkansas, just south of Harrison. He's named Ponca after the high mountain Ozarks town on the Buffalo River.

 I saw a 'POMERANIANS' sign on Highway 65 when we were heading down to float the Buffalo in our kayaks and I stopped at the little house next to the gas station on the way back.

Once a long time ago when I was riding my mountain bike, I stopped when I saw the cutest little black dog ever. I asked the owners what kind of dog it was and they said, "Pomeranian," and I knew then that someday I'd get one. Tuesday was that day.

Welcome Ponca!

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Lucky For the Lake House

It never sold. Thank the heavens. It's great to be back here.

I love this house and I'd stay til the end of my days, but my best friend who built it wants it sold.  It's on the market if you're interested.  Look for zip code 65624 and $225,000 and you'll recognize it.

Friday, May 3, 2013

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety-Jig

I liked Arkansas, but I missed Missouri. After only a few short months, I turned right around and came back.  I'm glad to be back home in the Missouri Ozarks. Honestly, I love Table Rock Lake so much I can't imagine living anywhere else.

YAY! Missouri!

Even if it was brief, I stockpiled some wonderful memories of living in Arkansas and I'll always cherish them. But I'm so glad to be back home.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

That Inkling

When I left for the last time on my move down to Arkansas, I was in Branson West when it hit me. This picture captures it perfectly, even the direction I was looking.

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I was peeking out of my windshield up to the sky off to an angle over the buildings and thinking... Why am I leaving?  I love this place. Why would I want to live anywhere else?

And way back in my mind, not conscious, but wondering, will I return?

And I did. I returned. One of the best decisions I've ever made.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Back to the Lake

It's good to be back!

From that first moment in August 2011 when I drove across the Cape Fair Bridge over Table Rock Lake and to the Cenex gas station in town, I knew it was home. I'd never felt more comfortable in my life!

Sunday, February 17, 2013

New Car

I'm driving so much for my new job that I needed to make a decision about a car.  I was standing out front looking at my beloved New Beetle Sport the other day and I knew that if I kept driving 340 miles a day six days a week in it that it would be gone by summer.  My New Beetle is the same car from this post.  It's been babied and I've only driven it every once a week or two.  I worked from home for a few years, so it was only used when I'd run from the lake to town.  I liked that lifestyle, but now I have a new one.

One of the people I work with has a Prius and when he trained me for his route, I got to see the inside of one and experience it for the entire trip.  I was sold.  I couldn't stop thinking about that car.

Not only do I need a car that can take a lot of miles and Toyotas are famous for that, but I need a car that gets amazing gas mileage and a hybrid is the perfect answer.

It was a big decision, but it already has over 1,000 miles on it and I love it!  It reminds me of a Buick I had a few years back.  It has that similar luxury feel and I forgot how much I liked that.

I love my job too!  It is so fantastic.  I deliver from pharmacies to nursing homes.  It is a seamless part of my life and that is so important in a job.  I've never been fond (who is?) of the dread of going to work when you don't want to.  It's a wonderful independent contractor position and I'm very grateful for it.

Since I took that picture of Ozark Cafe I've been up to Jasper several times now.  I enjoy driving around the town square to leave town and go down Scenic Highway 7 back to the Little Rock area.  The Prius handles the Ozarks like a dream.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

First Flowers of Spring 2013 at Crooked Pine

Wow!  Flowers have bloomed!  It sure does it early around here.  These are the first flowers of spring in the woods right next to my house.

The first and last shots are mine and the close-ups are my friend's.  He's a talented photographer and has a very good camera.  It's always interesting to get different perspectives and two different photographers can provide that.

(That reference in the title to Crooked Pine is where I live.  The actual crooked pine is on my property and I'll take a nice picture of it later and post it.)

Happy Flowery Days!

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Back in the Ozarks

Today I started a new job, and funny enough, it took me back to the Ozarks!

I ate at the well-known Ozark Cafe in Jasper.  It was the most tender, melt-in-your-mouth chicken fried steak sandwich I've ever had - YUM!

There's two sides to the cafe with one entrance and it's been in business since 1909.  The walls inside are stone, the menu's printed on newspaper and there's plenty of photos on the walls and tables.  It's complete with a traditional soda fountain and a breakfast for $3.99 that includes biscuits and gravy.

It was wonderful to be home.  Even though it hasn't been long, I noticed little things about the Ozarks that are just Ozark-y.  There'd be these moments going down the road and I'd look over and think, "Yep, that's the Ozarks."  Just the way the trees are, little bits of scenery here and there, things that are hard to put to words.  But you know what I mean.  When you leave the Ozarks and come back, what makes it truly itself and unique really stand out.  It's just the Ozarks.  You know it when you see it.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Beneath the Tall Pines

It is such a lovely day today. The weather is warm and there's pretty blue skies mixed with a few clouds.  I thought I'd snap a few pictures from my front porch, so you can see what I see.

I used my new pocket cam, a GE DV1.  It's waterproof too, so I'm planning on getting some underwater shots this summer at the lakes.  My beloved eMatic eCam went by the wayside.  It was such a sweet, little simple camera and I loved it, but I was a tad too hard on its USB, so it's gone.

Hope you're enjoying some warm January days in your part of the woods.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Lake Ouachita

On a gloomy, but wonderful day.  It didn't really matter what the weather was doing, it was just a fun day.  This photo reminds me of a landscape painting.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Christmas Storm of 2012

I know everyone wants to hear about the house and I will talk about it, but I must share the most current news about the infamous Christmas Day Storm of Little Rock.  It was a doozy.

We'll start at the beginning.  Christmas Eve Day was a California day.  I was driving around doing a bit of shopping and thinking again about how moving south was such a brilliant idea with weather this beautiful.

I woke up the next day and it was raining.  It was a pretty rain.  I was simply enjoying the day unpacking things in my new house.

Things started taking a turn when the rain started icing up on everything and a pretty thick ice at that.  That's when I got concerned.  About five the rain turned to snow.  More concern set in.

I thought the white Christmas would be up north in Cape Fair where I'd just left.  Nope, the white Christmas would be here, but it didn't feel like a happy white Christmas, the ones we think about and hope to experience.  It felt like one to be concerned about.  Not the same feeling at all.

The snow kept coming down and it didn't take long, I'd say about eight o'clock that the creaking and crackling started.  Anyone familiar with tall pines in these conditions knows exactly what I'm talking about, but for me, it was a brand new experience.  I knew immediately what the sound was though.  It was the trees and branches breaking.  The weight of the snow on the ice-laden branches had taken its toll.

It scared the living wits out of me.  I've never been so scared in my life, to tell you the truth.  Every time I heard that sound throughout the evening and night, I froze and my head turned around trying to figure out where it was coming from.  I think there was one moment where I ducked on the floor.

Very early on in the crackling, there was a big flash (I thought it was lightning hitting a tree) and a huge boom.  A fairly good-sized pine fell and took the power and cable lines with it.  The flash was actually the tree hitting the power line.  Funny enough, I still had lights and Internet, but it took the heat and TV with it.

My friend from Cape Fair was on Skype when a loud boom echoed and the house shook like crazy.  I probably screamed.  That was it.  I was frantic.  I didn't say anything, but he was determined he was coming down.  He still had a few shifts at Silver Dollar City before moving here, but he was grabbing his chainsaws and a few other things and hitting the road.

My power and cable TV had been cutting in and out all day long, just for a mere second or two, but it always came back.  At 11 pm after the snow had stopped falling, of all things, and it was pretty quiet outside, it gave out completely.  I hadn't even realized that the furnace had kicked out sometime earlier in the evening, but it was then that I noticed the thermostat had dropped.

Now I was glad he was coming.  He'd left about ten.  It took him seven hours to get here when it normally takes four.  His experience with Highway 65 from Branson through Harrison and all of the Arkansas Ozarks was just as much of a stressful time for him as was my experience wondering if a tree was going to fall on my head.  He said there was a lone trucker on the road and an occasional rare car, but there were spots where there were no tracks at all and drifts that obscured road from no road.  Anyone familiar with 65 in Arkansas knows it curves and winds like any other Ozarks road and is nothing like a typical Interstate.

I finally fell asleep blotting out the sounds of trees and branches falling and woke up to his red Dodge pulling in at 5 am.  Shortly it became light and we surveyed the damage.  The day was spent with a chainsaw.

I do have some very pretty pictures.  I shot them that day.  I just now looked at them for the first time and I was surprised by their striking beauty.

Blue Skies the Day After (trees bent over)
John's Truck Through the Trees (the big pine that took the power and cable lines with it)
One of the Strikingly Beautiful Pictures
A Lone Frozen Tree
The Road Beyond Back to My Neighbor's Place (we removed the trees later that day so he could get out)
Power and Cable Lines Dangling Near the House
Power and Cable Lines Down
Power and Cable Lines On the Ground
The Tree That Took Them
Top of the Tree That Took Them
The Final Branch (when I'd said that I lost heat and TV when the tree fell and a couple hours later I lost lights and Internet, it turned out this was the branch [from another tree] that took my remaining services away)
The Cause of the House Shaking
The Same Branch On the Side Deck Roof (impressive in its own right and from the largest tree on the property)
I promised I'd share about the house and I know I left everyone hanging by posting a picture and then not going into any detail.  I guess I don't know what to say, so I'll do the best I can.

To tell you about my house and my move, it was completely random that I landed here where I did.  I'd always had a thing for Hot Springs and I'd occasionally glance at property there.  You know me and my constant perusals of real estate and land.  I'm always following properties in the Missouri and Arkansas Ozarks, but I honestly don't know how I happened to pull up this house on nearly 3 acres just south of Little Rock in Saline County, Arkansas.

It was love at first sight.  I loved every single picture of the house inside and out.  That never happens.  I had to come down and see it and the pictures turned out to be true, so I bought it.

I'm in the foothills of the Ouachitas and the Ozarks are now in my backyard.  My tales will be told from here.  I hope you'll stay along for the ride.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013


I'm from Gen X or the 13th Generation and I was born on the 13th, so this year is my year!

A most happy and wonderful one to all of you!