Hike on the edge of the Ozark Plateau, Ozark National Forest
1/23/21
The plateau of death. That's what the Jimbobweh Indians called this area. They knew of the peril that was inherent to any visitation...group or individual...it mattered not. You entered...you didn't leave. I was fully aware of this historical bullshit. I entered anyway. But not before eating a powerful and man style breakfast at Denny's...that's Denny's in Russellville. At 5:30 a.m. the vail of the shrubbery was penetrated...and penetrated hard. I effortlessly moved between the trees and prickers that reached out for my loins with endless frequency. Bastards! The end of the plateau was reached without incident. Now...for the sun. It came with a 70% cloud cover. Bastards! The wind ripped at a maddening 5 mph with a temp of 32°. My expensive name brand, high quality garments kept me comfortable, as if the cold was nonexistent. The morning slowly warmed with the southwest winds...but not much.
As is my custom, time was spent there and then it was on to other locations down the line of bluffs. Many wonders were viewed along the way. A fine sangwhich filled meal was had at my final promontory. The view reminded me of younger days. Those days were filled with the wrestling of numerous woodland creatures. By now, they are all aware of my reputation, so few challenge me. The animals of the forest prefer life, over death. They have chosen wisely. When all of the foodstuffs were consumed, I moved away and up the hill. Just before 12:00 with 38° I arrived back at the vehicle.
