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| Lake Norfork |
Spring break is here! The best thing about spring break is this officially marks the countdown to our annual family Norfork Lake trip. Only about 130 sleeps and that’s chump change. Perhaps I should consider a diet? Nah.
I’ve been spending summers at the lake since I was 6 months old. It’s my second home. I could build a shelter and live happily ever after on the sandy island near Jordan, surrounded by clear smooth waters – its like Gilligan’s Island minus the coconuts and bananas. And we have no Professor in our group which might come in handy, especially when the Miss Stalya breaks down. Even when the island is underwater, we motor over there tying up to a tree limb, longing for a gritty island hot dog, but settling for a soggy turkey sandwich.
As kids, sometimes our family went to the lake at Easter. Even though the lake water was icy cold, we wrapped up in beach towels like mummies with our swimsuits underneath jeans and sweatshirts, just in case a tropical front wafted through. We sped around on the lake all day, chilled to the bone but loving every minute. There was no other place we would have rather been. Instead of having a raccoon eyed glow like those cool spring break snow skiers, we had a Norfork Lake wind burn.
One year, our cousin Freddie Joe climbed a steep rocky bluff near Henderson and dove into the frosty Easter waters. I didn’t really think he would do it – it was blustery and cold and the sky was overcast. But he was so crazy and fun and full of life – he never even hesitated. Of course after climbing to the top of those bluffs, there’s really only one way down. Geronimo! He climbed back into the boat shivering, his dark mop of wet curls spraying cold water all over us, as we raced back to the warmth of the cabin. Not long after that infamous plunge from the cliff, he died in a tragic car wreck on the interstate near our home. His life was cut much too short, but it was filled to capacity. I always think of him when I see that cliff.
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| Our cabin in the woods |
Our little cabin was situated way back in the woods off Tracey Road. You had to know where you were going to find it. In the early morning hours, my sister and I spent hours hiking through those woods surrounding the cabin, picking Black-eyed Susans along with chiggers, while all the adults lingered over breakfast. How they feasted on scrambled eggs, bacon, biscuits and gravy before donning a bathing suit, we could not understand. And walking through the dense forest, we always kept an eye out for Bigfoot, surprised yet relieved we never found him. If I was Bigfoot, I would live there for sure.
A few nights ago, I stumbled upon Finding Bigfoot on Animal Planet. I was completely mesmerized by this show. The team was in Kentucky near a Bigfoot ‘hot spot’. The suspense grew as farmers gave testimonies of recent roadside sightings, complete with re-enactments. Sadly the team never found him, but I was totally hooked. It was silly and mindless but more interesting than the other reality tv choices. I don’t care who Ben chooses, which Idol wins or where Khloe is shopping. I wonder if this Bigfoot tracking team has ever traveled to Mountain Home, Arkansas?
In the 1970s when Friday the 13th came out, those dark woods and roads leading to our cabin became a bit scary late at night. Norfork Lake resembled Crystal Lake. Instead of looking for Bigfoot, we avoided Jason. Thank goodness we never found him there. He would certainly mess up our little corner of Heaven.
Only 130 sleeps. Blink of an eye.
talya
Musical Pairings:
Rascal Flatts, “Summer Nights”
War, “Summer”
Rascal Flatts, “Summer Nights”
War, “Summer”
That means 130 sleeps til I get to meet the face behind the writings! Once our story of our dream of moving to Mountain Home is a bit more complete, I’d love to share it with you and ask you to write about it! It’s been a crazy adventure, but we’ve never looked back once! Creating dreams here in Mountain Home 🙂
Sounds good!
Can’t wait for another summer trip to the lake!
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Another great one, Talya! Thank you!….Also, the only BigFoot sighting I’ve ever experienced is Mark Poag. He’s got the biggest feet I’ve ever seen!=)
Hilarious Tim! hahaha
Loved this. I always thought BIG FOOT was thought to be near Foulke, Ark? I had an aunt Norene who use to live there and I remember being scared to death to go visit her, especially if we were going to spend the night and the “lake” was across the road from her house! I saw part of that BIG FOOT show on TV – but it spooked me out!
Ohhh dear cousin, Freddie Joe – you are so right, Talya – a great life cut way too short – but he sure knew how to get the most out of each day. Loved him so! Thanks for the memories! My musical pairing would be the fabulous Johnny Rodriquez – – – RAMBLIN MAN… 🙂
Hope you’re enjoying HOT SPRINGS! Eat some Reuben’s for me!
Love Ya’ll…courtneysmum
Y’all