Immediately after we left the Parker-Hickman Farmstead, we reached the Buffalo River. The road crossed the river on a drive-through ford. It had rained for the past three days, and the water was moving fast. My brother-in-law stopped at the edge and viewed the situation. I figured the worst that could happen was a soaking and a long, wet walk back to civilization. It was his truck, so I let him make the decision.
After about 10 minutes, he decided to go for it. The ride was uneventful even though the water came up to the doors.
Scenery in the valley.
There were several roads we could have taken. The one we chose doesn’t appear on the map — for good reason. For the next half hour we climbed steadily upward on a track that was somewhat bumpy.
We finally arrived at the top. We stopped to pick up all the stuff that had bounced onto the floor and to take a look at the view. See that valley way down there? That’s where we’d just come from.
And here’s the road we came on.
