Today we went diamond diggin at Crater of Diamonds State Park. That park is brilliant, they have the diamond “mine” (picture open field with clay like mud on a slight hill) and then they have a brand spanking new water park for the kids. So just when your kids get their belly full of “nature”, you can take them and douse them in chlorine water with slides and sprinklers galore. I love it when our state parks get all creative. We paid our $14 to go in and have the pleasure of the kids whining about mud and being bored (Eureka claimed today was the most boring thing we had ever done! Wow!) and we came home with one broken rock. I just had to take a rock home. Something. Next time, I’m stopping at the tourist trap and spending $14 on a broken piece of blue glass from south america. Or maybe just a bunch of ice-cream and toys. A tom tom. A wig wam.
On the two hour drive down there we got to talking about the float trip. The weather this August has been so moderate thusfar, that we were reinspired to head down the Ouachita and just do it. Before school starts. Before schedules and surly teachers start. While everyone else is out of town getting their last bit of summer in. And just when I was going to start calling around scheduling our boat trailer taxi, Zac thought that we should take a look at the flood levels of the river.
Check it out yourself:
The river is back in flood! And it will still be in flood on Friday! What? Just when I thought I could accept the mosquitos for who they really are, and make the kids do it (talk about boring!!!!) the river goes back in flood. Sometimes I think the Ouachita River just doesn’t really like our boat. Maybe we didn’t go upscale enough. I don’t know. I would almost vote to just go anyway, but Zac, who is in a rather sensible mood right now, assures me that our boat does not have the power to take on the mighty Ouachita. But really, if we did just careen down the river, all 333 miles of it, totally out of control, wouldn’t we eventually get stopped a the dam at Old River Control? And then the trip would be over in about 4 sleepless days. It is kind of tempting. OK, maybe we could do it, narrowly escape death, and then it would be made into a Hollywood blockbuster. Then we would be famous because of our dumbassedness, not our musical savvy. I’m sure the Hollywood Blockbuster would use our tuba/accordion talents against us. Or perhaps in a moment of being embarressed for us, they wouldn’t even mention the instruments. Or my hair.
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