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This trip is different from all the others. I wouldn’t have intended it to be that way, but it is what it is.
This trip is solo, and the first time without my bride of close to 43 years. I needed to visit my ailing mother who has been in and out of the hospital after getting the flu virus. Three weeks ago we visited in the hospital in Dallas and now I’m back to spend a couple of days at her assisted living place. Susan couldn’t take any more time off. I also left our loyal camping lab at home with her.
I left Saturday April 14th at 8:00am. I decided to drive to Dallas the entire way off the interstate and I don’t intend on traveling on the interstate until the camping portion of the trip is over on 4/22/18. I wasn’t in a hurry and driving through Indiana farm fields and forests was a slow paced way to see and enjoy the drive. In Indiana I crossed the White River which was over its banks. As I crossed into Illinois over the Wabash River, again the river was over its banks. It was the same for the Little Wabash River. I drove south to the southern tip of Illinois, passing through Cairo, Illinois to, a town decayed beyond the possibility of any hope. I crossed the swollen Mississippi River on a long 2 lane bridge. Not many of those left in the US, replaced by the interstate bridges.
I drove to just outside Poplar Bluff, MO. I stayed at an Army Corp Of Engineers campground at Wappapello Lake. It was one of the nicest campgrounds I’ve stayed at. I ended up making a sandwich and just kicking back in the camper. It would get down to the 30’s that night so sitting outside was a no go. It was different being alone. I read and tried to look for the positive things going solo. First, no butt bumping in the aisle, no waiting an hour while my wife did her make-up, and not getting yelled at when I stepped on a frog. This trip has given me a great opportunity to enjoy the back roads of our country, much the same as we did driving to Florida in the 50’s and early 60’s.
Redman East Campground
Prior to the start of the trip I did some research on the “Trail of Tears”. My route took me southwest through a small town of Batesville, AR. The route took me along the Heritage Trail for the Trail of Tears and the Civil War. I spent a half hour driving around Batesville. And in the historic district found Civil War Monument dedicated to the Confederacy. There were several battles between the Union and Confederates. The town was occupied the Union and Confederate Armies at different times throughout the war. The Trail of Tears passed through Batesville, and head up highway 69 toward the Northwest after crossing the White River outside Batesville. I drove toward my next destination of Hot Springs, AR I followed the Heritage Civil War Trail all the way to Hot Springs.
Following the election of Andrew Jackson in 1828, long held desires for the lands of the Cherokee, Choctaw, Creek, Chickasaw and Seminole Indians came to fruition with the federal Indian Removal Act of 1830. This act allowed the forcible removal of the five tribes to new lands in the Indian Territory (modern -day Oklahoma). All five tribes passed through Arkansas, and many of the territory’s most prominent figures made substantial fortunes from removal. The Choctaw were the first to agree to a removal treaty, emigrating in three official waves in 1831, 1832, and 1833. There was lots of fraud and many deaths for all tribes as they moved west.
Cherokee leaders fought removal in the courts and in Congress, contesting Georgia Laws and an unauthorized 1835 Treaty. Unable to elude expulsion, the Cherokee Nation organized its own removal in 1838-390. Hundreds of members of each of the tribes died of hardship and disease on the long trek to Indian Territory, and many more died of hardship in their new land. The removal of the southeastern tribes is memorialized as the “Trail of Tears.”
There were two Cherokee routes, The Bell Route and the John Benge Route. John Benge, a Cherokee Leader led a group from Pitman on the Missouri/Arkansas border, with one of the two routs passing through Bateville and Fayetteville, AR. Their journey ended at Mrs. Webber’s farm near present-day Stillwater, OK on January 17, 1839.
I arrived in Hot Springs, AR around 1:30pm on Sunday. After selecting a site, I drove downtown and hit the visitors center and walked along bath house row. I then drove up into the mountains and went up in the observation tower. Beautiful view but winds over 50-60 miles per hour. I will return with Susan, there is a lot to see and do. I want to visit a bath house and soak in the hot spring water. Also, There is a walking/motor tour of 26 markers related to baseball spring training that used to be held in Hot Springs. That is how the namew spring training was derived. Over 45 percent of the National Baseball Hall-of-Fame members participated in spring training in Hot Springs.
Observation Tower Views
Bath House Row
My campsite was wonderful. The National Park Campground is located at the base of the mountain. The sites are paved. It is first come first serve.
I left early for Dallas. Approximately one hour south of Hot Springs, AR I spotted a mountain lion crossing the road in front of me. It was a large one. When I did get to Dallas I contacted the Arkansas Department of Natural Resources, wildlife division and they confirmed numerous sittings of mountain lions throughout the state.
Mr trip to Dallas was to visit my ailing mother who contracted the flue in early February. She has been in and out of the hospital. When the elderly spend time in the hospital, they lose most of their muscle tone. Combined with a UTI which makes you appear to have dementia, things were in a dangerous state. It is all downhill. My younger sister spent the previous week there so I got to visit with her as well has my older sister (the middle one). It had been almost 7 years since we were all together. It is sad, but the way things go for the elderly. Hospitals just don’t offer physical therapy and the elderly just lay in their beds. I left early Wednesday morning for the Texas Panhandle.
I arrived at Caprock Canyon State Park around 12:30pm. I paid for my site, dropped somethings off and then started exploring the park. It is beautiful. I drove the canyon loop road. This park is a bison open range park. They wonder through the campgrounds. My neighbor has a Northstar pop-up and he really likes the camper. Today we met out on the trail. I rode the canyon rim trail and stopped to get great canyon shots. I lifted my bike up over a gate and rode and walked until I got to paved road. The dirt road was like sand and nearly impossible to ride in. I entered the park and had to hold up along the road as bison were stopped in the center of the road. I had to wait until someone in a truck ran interference. The loop I did was over 8 miles through beautiful land. Later when I went for another ride I discovered my rear tire was flat. I didn’t have a patch kit, and that will be the end of my bike riding until I get home and get it fixed. Green slim will be in the tires moving forward.
Turkey, Texas - Tour Bus for Bob Wills and the
I left for Palo Duro Canyon State Park Friday morning around 8am and arrived before noon. I stopped by the visitors center after getting my campsite. On the way down into the canyon I stopped for a burger at the Trading Post and to pick-up some ice. Roger Redmond and his wife Susan arrived around 3pm. Their site was about 5 miles back up the road, so we agreed that my pull through should be FWC City for the night. Dwight Buckles arrived around 4pm to drop off my new off road trailer. After hooking it up we stood around and drank a few beers and talked about Rogers Texas Borders trip that he did with fellow Texas Overland folks.
I grilled bacon wrapped filets and squash for Roger and Susan. The storm started moving in so we had dinner in my camper and talked until about 9:30pm when they headed for their camper. We had heavy rain that started around 7:30pm and lasted into the morning. In the morning I cooked up bacon and blueberry pancakes. We sat out at the picnic table. Dwight showed up about 8:15am with Roger’s trailer. Dwight made some modifications to Roger’s trailer after he had run over 6,000 miles over rough roads on the Texas Backroads trip. They all left shortly after we had a picture taken.
Palo Duro Canyon is a canyon system of the Caprock Escarpment located in the Texas Panhandle. The canyon is 120 miles long with an average width of 6 miles. It is the second largest canyon in the United States. It is 820 to 1000 feet in depth. Palo Duro is called the “Grand Canyon of Texas”. The makeup of the rock is found in “The Quartermaster Formation”, Tecovas Formation, multi colored shale, siltstone, and sandstone, Trujillo Formation – sandstone, and the Ogallala Formation – sandstone, siltstone, conglomerate eroded from a late Cenozoic Uplift of the Rocky Mountains. Human Habitation dates back 10,000 to 15,000 years.
I went for a hike and climbed up to the cave. The wet red clay was hard climbing with caked hiking boots. Also near the cave there was a layer if white satin-spar gypsum, which was wet and also made the climbing hard. Several young boys climbed to the canyon rim and entered the cave from above, appearing on a ledge 15’ above me. If only I was 30 years younger. It started raining again so I started to get some of the packing done so I’m ready to leave in the morning.
Roger Redmond, JD, and Dwight Buckles of Trekmate Mobile Adventure Units
Roger and his wife Susan getting ready to leave
Our new Trekmate Off-Road Trailer
The white layer is gypsum
I left around 7am Sunday morning and headed for home. I drove through Oklahoma City and Tulsa along I-40 and then I-44. There were Trail of Tears signs that extended from the Oklahoma border Northeast along I-44 to St. James, Mo. This was along the old Route 66. There are actual places remaining of Route 66 but most appears to be complete interstate highway. There were signs with all types of tourist traps. It might be fun to travel this route someday so research will be in order. I drove to Lebanon, MO and stayed at Bennett Springs State Park, about 12 miles North of Lebanon. It rained most of the way along I-44 and while I was getting the camper set-up for the night. I made dinner inside. There is a river that runs through the park and it looks like some trout fishing As I departed Monday morning I saw a beautiful water fall. We might have to explore this park again.