A lot of pics to click today before you put this blog away.
When I moved out of Miami Florida I left behind most kinds of water sports, and especially the kind that might get me killed.
So I had no desire from then on to paddle down a raging river in a boat so small that your average size alligator could easily eat me and the boat I was sitting in.
This precariously perched paddler was obviously not raised in the land of Alligators and Crocodiles like moi.
I had such a peaceful night's sleep last night that I decided to stay another day. It's fairly peaceful at my daughter's house, but it is on a busy corner, and neighbors surround me with their barking dogs, but I get used to it, so I don't notice anything. But last night was so quiet and peaceful... I noticed.
I think I also just enjoy being in the mountains; it seems to relax me. Of course, that could be due to a lack of oxygen getting to my brain, but I like to think it's just the beauty of the mountains, and the peace and tranquility I experience in the High Lonesome.
I didn't do much of anything today; I walked around some and moseyed down to the river again, but I mostly enjoyed doing nothing. Lazy people like me can do that. Most normal folks feel they must be doing something, but not me; I'm perfectly happy doing nothing at all, especially if I'm surrounded by mountains.
Since it's not as cool here in the daytime hours as I was hoping for, it got up to 85° yesterday, but it did get in the 50s last night, so that was a blessing. I've decided to head up Cottonwood Pass tomorrow morning and spend a day or two in Tincup. Tincup is around 10,000 feet in altitude which guarantees comfortably cool days and chilly nights, and that's what I'm here for.
This is the main road, which is basically a Jeep trail, that runs through the boondocking area. It's about a mile long and has a turn-around at each end.
The couple of hundred yard section of the Arkansas that I'm boondocked on doesn't have any raging rapids, they were farther away, so it was pretty much smooth sailing for paddlers in the area where I'm at.
but despite the lack of wild water In this area, the water was still freezing cold and numbed my fingers in seconds.
But it wasn't smooth sailing for me when I had to climb up the hill from the riverbank to level ground again. And the picture does not convey how steep and slippery it was with smooth rocks and mostly sand in between them. But I either had to clamber up that hill to get out of the river or live there permanently like a River Otter.
I should've realized that most people don't like to go walking through the brush, and making your own trail, like I do. And sure enough when I walked along the river for a few hundred feet I found this perfect path which made the walk down to the river bank easy-peasy.
The water in the Arkansas is crystal clear, icy cold, and moving along at a rapid clip. Which often sends hapless rafters careening from boulder to boulder.
Just before sunset this unusual cloud formed up on the horizon. It looked normal, but the bottom of the cloud appeared to be boiling, with all kinds of up and down movement.
The mountains often play tricks on the wind and the clouds making weather forecasting even more of a wild guess than normal.
The sunset wasn't much to write home about, but it did signal the end of a really great day that kept me smiling most of the time.
And tomorrow, if I haven't changed my mind by then, I'll be driving over these mountains where the semi-ghost town of Tincup resides; and the High Lonesome calls to those that listen.