The next morning it was time to go some mo'.
    I wanted to go over to Petit Jean St. Pk. (you can tell I'm getting tired of typing?)
I wanted to go for deja' vu purposes. And, it was close. And, I'd never done it on a motorcycle. 
    I left the campgrond and took 7 north for yet another "airing" of the senses. Man! When I got to 10 (7 flattens here) I took 10 east. I was now in the Arkansas River valley. Below, sunflowers. The picture is not adequate. I came to a deadend.    
It was the first and last of the trip. The gps lied.
    I passed this church. I like simplicity. This was a "nuts and bolts" church if there ever was one.
   Across the road was the cemetery. It looked very old. It was. I didn't venture in too far, but there were graves marked  "1862".
  I really liked the sign at right.  Although it is a sign of encroaching authority. (Fred, I'm joking)
Below is Ar. 155 as it ascends the mountain from 10 and the valley.
   To the right is what I consider "the face" of Petit Jean Mt.,
a flat topped mountain, ok, it's a butte. Not like beautiful, although it is, but, "butte", a Spanish word having to do with table top or something flat, I did know at one time.
   A common sight in Arkansas. A condor. I did know at one time. Buzzards, ok. One of the cleanup guys of Nature.
   Here are a couple of scenes from what I consider the "backdoor" of PJ. Below is the Arkansas River and its valley.
  On the way home I ran down AR9 untill I saw this country road going west on the gps. I was in the mood to slow it down and get into the cool shaded woods. The road was recently paved and a treat. Then I saw this:
   Cow skull and old wagon wheels on the property entrance. It was just another reminder that Arkansas is a part of the West.      My feeling is that Ar. 9 is the border between the Mississippi Valley and the West. To the south, I think the end of the line for bayou land is Murfeesborro. I knew at......
  The road sign indicated that the pavement was ending and the road would continue as gravel of something. I really liked it and want to get a t-shirt  with the sign on it or put decals on the bike.
     I mean, Sweetie.
That's it. Let's go AR's Home Page.
  PS: the gravel that it was turning into was the first road I'd ridden when starting the adventure. I had made a full circle of sorts. Ah, the feeling of completeness.
   String Music, once more.