Its Hot and We Are Out of Here

“Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head”

Its scorching, egg frying temps in Dallas, so it’s time to head for the hills – or at least out of town, in cooler directions. We are off for an adventure with the main goal of visiting with family in Connecticut, but lots of fun both going and returning mixed in.  Joining Brady, Heidi and me on this trip is Anita with her four legged friend Angel.

Friday was loading day.  We moved Eagle (our 5th wheel) out to East Fork CG at Lake Lavon to load and to let it begin to cool down. Good plan since Dallas is hitting the century mark, nearly melted getting things organized and put away.  We were sooo glad to get back to a cool house that evening!  One hick-up almost interfered with the plans.  We had a call from Mom’s Memory Care home that she had fallen again, however, thankfully, she did not hurt herself this time, so we felt free to continue with our plans.  Saturday we were back to the much cooled Eagle with groceries and another load for the trip.

Jared, Sharon and the boys joined us for an afternoon of kite flying and burgers. Even though it was hot, we had a good breeze and nice shade.  What a great send off.


Today, we pilled into the Bear (our f250) and it was jacks up heading east.  Not much to report about the drive, I30 through east Texas and Arkansas is a pretty 4 to 6 line highway lined with lots of trees.  Especially after leaving Texas, watch your fuel levels, stops can be far apart.

I wonder what it was like for my Great-grandmothers crossing into Texas in a covered wagon. Just finding the best road seems nearly impossible, so many of the creeks even though narrow have carved a deep scar across the land. wide rivers had to be crossed, and of course the long dusty journey with other perils that we an only guess at or read about in books.  Most of Brady and my forefathers arrived in Texas in the early 1840s while Texas was still a wild, wide open land of opportunity. GTT (gone to Texas) was painted on many a door across the US.

At Little Rock we decided to take a more northerly route, using US 67.  Today’s journey ended at a small campground (Whitney Lane RV Park) in Kensett, Arkansas.  It is owned by a very nice retired gentleman, has several pull-through level sites with concrete strips for parking, and a washing machines at the office. But it has seen better time. They have dropped internet service and it would seem that the river sites promised on the web have been taken by permanent residence. Still a very nice place to overnight and very reasonably priced.

Our plans now are to follow the Great River Road along the Mississippi for several miles. It promises to provide great river views, birding and sightseeing.

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