Listing Through Life

In the spring of 1993, we visited Sally’s family in Arkansas for some reason. Bored, I decided to take off one day and drive almost two hours to Jacksonport to tour the state park. I was not impressed.

It’s chief feature at the time was an old paddlewheel steamboat, the Mary Woods No. 2. I didn’t phone first, and the boat was closed for tours until summer.

There was also an old courthouse which contained (in my words from back then) “a lousy museum of local junk.” Here’s what it looked like.

I had to go back to get my passport stamp, so after a morning of birding at Bald Knob, I drove another 20 minutes north to Jacksonport, a community of 150 people and one functioning business, a bait shop.

The past 33 years have seen some changes. The steamboat is gone. I don’t remember all the details, but it had to be restored several times due to various problems and, when it sank yet again, the state decided it wasn’t worth fixing. Parts of it lie on the riverbank somewhere nearby. And there’s now a fancy two-story visitor center between the courthouse and the river. Half the upstairs is a museum of Jacksonport and environs. Half the downstairs is a gift shop. I’m not sure what the other half of the building is used for. It’s a pretty impressive place for a dumpy little park. I’m still new at this passport/state park pursuit, so I didn’t get a photo of it or of the park sign. I may have to stop in sometime when I’m driving by Newport.

The courthouse is still there. It has been further restored and now has a cupola.

I made sure I visited on a day when the courthouse was open. A woman met me at the door and offered to give me a tour. She was a history buff and knew her stuff. She was very enthusiastic as she told me about the building, the town, and the history.

In short, it was a river town, with a steamboat landing. It was chosen as the Jackson County seat in 1853. The courthouse was built after the Civil War and was finished in 1872. When railroads came in, the river traffic stopped and when the county seat was moved to Newport in 1892, Jacksonport died. The courthouse was used as a school, a cotton gin, the county poor house (for 40 years) and a warehouse for grain. It was abandoned and falling apart in 1962 when the County Historical Society restored it. It became a state park in 1965. Here’s the courtroom. Almost nothing in the building is original because of all the other uses it was put to over the years.

Not much happened here, and it isn’t clear to me why there’s a park. My guide had done tons of research and created the displays in the courthouse and the visitor center, and she did a good job. She made the tour interesting, and we got to talking about this and that.  But still, not much happened here. Troops from both armies wandered through here during the Civil War. There’s a monument (in the background of the next photo) to the 6,000 Confederates who surrendered here in 1865.

Well, there was this, but it doesn’t sound like much.

After touring the visitor center (and reading about all the things the guide had told me about in the courthouse) and getting my passport stamped, I wandered down to the banks of the White River.

I had planned to bird in the park, but it was a blustery day and the “trail” was just an unmowed path along the river from the visitor center to the campground. It looked like a good place to pick up chiggers. I drove to the campground, then turned around and drove back. And that was it.

I headed into nearby Newport, which is larger but only marginally less abandoned than Jacksonport. On the internet, I’d found a restaurant called The Angry Possum that got good reviews. I had to drive around the empty downtown blocks for several minutes before I found it in an old storefront. It looked abandoned, and even more so when I went inside. There were two men sitting at a table, and that was it. I sat down and studied the possum-related artwork on the walls. A woman came out after a bit and took my order. I got the Possum Dog, “wrapped in bacon and deep fried. Topped with beer onions.” I wasn’t expecting much, but it was delicious.

Track my progress here.

The state of Arkansas gives out a free parks passport. Get stamps in five parks to earn a sticker! Get stamps in 25 parks, you get a deck of cards! And get all 52 stamps, you get a T-shirt. All of these items are decorated with the decidedly uninspired Club 52 logo.

My nephew and his family recently accomplished this goal in an impressive way — they visited all 52 Arkansas State Parks between the time their youngest child (their seventh) was born and when she turned. 52 days old. This inspired me to visit all the parks and get my passport stamped in each. I’ve already been to about half of them, but unfortunately without getting stamps. I’d have to start all over.

On this day, I drove down to McGehee to find a King Rail at a state wildlife management area. Then I drove down to Lake Village, 29 miles north of the Louisiana state line, to Lake Chicot State Park. According to my GPS, and I have no reason to doubt it, “Chicot” is pronounced “Chico.”

The park is on the north bank of an oxbow lake that is 22 miles long and averages a mile wide. It’s on old channel of the Mississippi River.

The road to the park is in serious need of repaving. The visitor center was just a gift shop, watched over by a woman who seemed surprised that anyone showed up. I asked about trails in the park and was pointed across the parking lot where a one-mile paved trail looped through the woods.

I wandered the trail, birding as I went. From there, I drove down to the lake and walked out onto a dock.

And that was pretty much it. There were campsites and a few rather shabby looking cabins, but nothing else. It obviously exists for campers and fisherman. I saw 20 species of birds, the most exciting (I guess) being Neotropic Cormorant.

51 parks to go. (I hadn’t yet fully developed my park-visiting plan, so I didn’t get my picture taken with the sign, but I’m not driving six hours round-trip just for that.)

Track my progress here.

While in Bentonville, we visited this art museum. Several modern-looking galleries and walkways surround a couple ponds with outside gardens and sculpture parks. Here’s an overview of it all in a display in the lobby.

We played a game as we walked around. Several paintings were displayed together on a wall. We picked the one we’d want in our home if we had to choose one. Much of the time, we picked the same one. My favorite artwork in the museum was this painting from a Wisconsin artist — I can’t remember his name. All those dots are birds — actual American species done in great detail. There are animals and other things scattered around too. I could spend an hour looking at it. I wanted to buy a print, but the gift shop only sold postcards on which the image was much to small to appreciate.

There was a special exhibit on birds and birding that had some cool pieces.

There was a lot of more modern art, much of which was nonsense. For example, this entire wall.

This guy sat in an alcove. Even knowing it was not real, it was creepy.

Another special exhibit featured Americana. This portrait of Washington was once owned by Alexander Hamilton. (In case you’re wondering why I took some of the photos at weird angles — it was to eliminate the glare on the glass.)

The museum grounds included the Bachman-Wilson House, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. It was built in 1956 along a river in New Jersey. Due to repeated flooding, it was dismantled and rebuilt here to preserve it. I must admit I can’t figure out why they bothered.

The wall of windows was cool, as were the built-in bookcases, but the cement block walls, the square furniture, the tiny, dark rooms and ridiculously narrow passageways were all ugly and impracticle.

We were given tiny recorders that gave us a tour as we walked through what amounted to three rooms.

Near the house was the sculpture garden. We didn’t cover much of it because we’d been on our feet all morning.

This “art” consists of a bunch of silver balls floating in a pond.

This spider statue was titled “Maman.” It’s a great example of the ridiculous “meanings” of modern art. The sign reads, “Like an umbrella against a storm, Maman shelters this space, looming over us in a protective, yet mysterious way. “Maman” is the French word for “Mom.” The image of the spider refers to the artist’s mother, whom she has described as her closest friend. Though spiders can inspire fear for some people, Bourgeois thought of the spider as caring, helpful, and hard-working—the way she remembered her mother.” If you got that out of the sculpture before reading the sign, raise your hand.

Overall, we enjoyed the museum and would probably go again if we had the opportunity. I’d like to do more of the sculpture garden, and I’d definitely skip the Wright house.

We stopped at the nearby Culver’s — the only one in Arkansas — for lunch, then headed home.

We spent the evening in Fayetteville at a concert. We stayed overnight at a Hampton Inn with a lovely view overlooking a self-storage facility, then set out to see some sights.

We got to the Walmart Museum in Bentonville just as it opened.

The exhibits told the story of Sam Walton and his career in retail. Apparently his grand idea was to allow customers to wander about and pick their own items off the shelf instead of handing a list to a clerk who did it for them. He was involved with Ben Franklin stores somehow — I wasn’t paying a lot of attention — and then opened this place in Bentonville.

There were examples of old products and a history of how Walmart had changed over the years.

Sam’s actual office as he left it.

It even had Sam’s old pickup. I didn’t take a picture of that.

A theater had a hologram image of Sam that told his story.

There was a second floor, but that was pretty much just a commercial for Walmart and we zipped through in a couple minutes.

The best part was the display of items people had returned. It explained the complaints people had about each of them.