Ok, we’ve done the Ouachita River from the top to Arkadelphia. We thought we would seriously be ready to go today, but when I insisted we check out the Nick’s Ferry Bridge, our plans were once again waylayed.
We drove down, and the world seemed so dry compared to the day we couldn’t even GET to the bridge (rain on the road), but when we arrived we saw what a flooded river she still was. The mosquitos quickly filled up the car, and covered my legs with their genetic impulse. I try not to take it personally, but it was rather uncomfortable. We walked across the bridge, and the clearance was maybe 6 feet. There were two places you could get through, but the rest of the bridge was clogged with debris. And when you stand there and look at the water, just racing under the bridge, you just kind of wonder what would happen to an oversized pontoon hillbilly houseboat on water going that fast.
And so it stands. We still can’t float the darn river. Of course, that didn’t keep Zac from wondering at 1 AM last night if we just shouldn’t go anyway. He presents these things to me when I am mostly asleep and can’t really fight back. Kind of like asking your husband to mow the lawn right before you lose reception on your cell phone.
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