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Northern Arkansas near Sylamore CreekHigh speed action on the deadly curvaceous roads of this hellish landscape
2/8/20
Drive, drive drive! Early Saturday morning I drove...I drove hard...I drove north. At 6:00 a.m. breakfast foods were purchased and consumed at the Hunter's Restaurant in the mountain village of Fifty Six. Named after famed international sportsman, Jim Bob Hunter, this cafe should have excelled at the art of satiety. But no...the meal was of average quality. The atmosphere was that of a hunting lodge...not. It tried to be that, but it was not to be. I drove on...now east and witnessed many natural items found only in nature. These were savored, each in their time. As I reflect back on these...each was savory, yet different. I drove home through Batesville, remaining on the backroads all the way to Conway...where I hit the freeway. No toll required, dammit. The day was of moderate beauty. The drive was almost deadly...but I laugh at death...well, near death.
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