June 20, 2017 Day
12
After a relaxing day yesterday the night itself was anything
but. Raccoons took on a dumpster near me
which scared the crap out of me and woke me up.
When I tried to go back to sleep I had god awful nightmares. I actually woke up scared thinking they were
real and wishing I wasn’t alone and that Drayton was next me. Needless to say I was up by 07:00 and very
tired.
I packed up camp and made myself some coffee before I got on
the road to Hot Springs, Arkansas. The six hour drive was not too bad but now I
know why I was avoiding interstates earlier.
Though they are a faster route they are boring and I think more
stressful. One does not have the serene
countryside to look at but instead a bustling of vehicles trying to race each
other to some unknown destination.
Holy mountains! I was not prepared to come across mountains
in Arkansas. For some reason I never thought there were mountains in this state
which now that I think about is a ridiculous thought. Also, every time I want to say Arkansas I
think Arizona instead and have to stop myself and say, “No, you idiot you are
in Arkansas NOT Arizona.” My poor
vehicle did not approve pulling my camper up those hills nor did it appreciate
the small roads that ran thru Hot Springs. Therefore, I headed to my camping
destination of Cedar Glades County Park.
Upon arriving I realized how huge the park was. It had a rock wall, Frisbee golf area, over
10 miles of mountain biking trails, and a flying field for those people who are
rich and buy those miniature toy airplanes.
Finding where I was supposed to camp was not happening and while I sat
in my vehicle contemplating where the campsites may be a white truck pulled up alongside
me. Inside it was AJ, the man I spoke to
on the phone that maintains the park, he was tall, lean, and tan exactly what
one would picture when you mention mountain biking and Arizona/Arkansas. He led me to where I can camp and we spoke
for quite some time. He was very
informative and nice.
After I set up camp I
went for a four mile hike. Finally I
have some terrain to work with and try to get back into shape on. On the trail I came across a three-toed box
turtle which I probably took too many pictures of. Back at camp I showered, ate a can of
crushed pineapple and began writing and updating this blog. The last couple hours I was not feeling so
good which I think may be attributed to the sandwich I ate. At that point I had run out of ice and the
meat and cheese had gotten warm but I ate it anyway and I think that is what
made me sick. So I made some tomato
bisque to try to ease the pain and it worked.
I also called my dad in Wisconsin and spoke to him for quite some
time. He always seems to put me in such
a great mood and I love when just him and I get to talk.
For those of you who may be confused I do have two
fathers. My dad in Florida is my
biological dad and my dad in Wisconsin is my step-father. I love them both equally and they both have
been in my life ever since I can remember and have been a huge impact on who I
am today as a person; so that is why I refer to both of them as my dad.
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