Well life out on the road has proven to be a real
adjustment, a good one but an adjustment all the same. It’s been hard keeping
up with writing with something new to see every day. So let’s see if I can
catch you all up.
After leaving Colorado Springs we headed east for Tulsa and
the opening of the
Rush concert tour. The weather heading east was a bit of a
bugger. We had to stop short the first night to avoid heading into severe
storms in Kansas. The campground we stayed at was something to see……..but not
necessarily in a good way. I’ll just leave that at that for now.
We made it to Tulsa fine on May 8th for the
concert which by the way was pretty damn good. You could definitely tell it was
the opening night though but unlike the previous night’s campground not in a
bad way. We may have dodged the storms the night before but there was no
avoiding them that night. As we left the arena the rain had started in earnest.
We drove back to the campground in a heavy rain that just got more severe as the
night wore on. I must say that Hippie-pod-R-mus did very well in the rocking
winds and driving rain. No leaks, no troubles.
It was a relief to head out the next morning, next stop
Mountain Home, AR. I had found a secluded
campground/fishing resort online. We
were a bit apprehensive about the place but reviews had it as a nice place to
stay. The reviews were correct, the setting is beautiful. Nestled in the trees
below towering bluffs we were camped with views of the White River right
outside our back window. The river had been raised but still ran clear as a
bell. I was chomping at the bit through the day getting set up and settled in.
With 4 nights booked the promise of great fishing hung in the air.
Late in the afternoon I got my license, did some fishing, or
should I say some casting and took a few photos of the river. It was a nice
evening until the rain rolled in and pushed me off the water. No worries though
I had the inside scoop thanks to a local fly tyer and had plans to hit the
Norfork in the morning. According to my source the trout had been taking a wide
range of flies, everything from tiny dries to large sculpin size streamers, and
doing it quite eagerly. Oh the promise! Promise can however leave you a little
short on satisfaction.
As evening turned to night the light showers turned to a
steady downpour that lasted all night. Sleep was fitful and when I came fully
awake before my 5:30 alarm the downpour had finally started to taper off to a
drizzle. By 6:00 am it was light enough outside to tell the river was completely
washed out but the Norfork still promised to be fishable. The entire Norfork River
consists of a 3 mile run below the Norfork Lake dam to the confluence with the
White River.
My enthusiasm waned during the 25 minute drive from camp to
my target location. Every small creek I passed over was outside its banks but
that still didn’t prepare me for what I found when I arrived at the river. When
I pulled into the parking area what should have been an easily wading stream
looked like a flooded lake. In fact the river was running back upstream. There
was so much water coming down the White River it was flushing the confluence
with the Norfork River backwards. So much for promise.
Trying to salvage something of the day and a newly purchased
multi-day out of state fishing license I headed for a stretch just below
Norfork dam, surely this would pan out until electrical generation started
around 11:00 am. Surely it didn’t! A small incoming stream just below the dam
was running as high and muddy as every other I had seen that morning. I re
turned to the campground to have a good long look at the river there. It had
risen easily 7 feet overnight and brought with it a flood of flotsam, dirty
brown water and the end of my hopes to fish the confluence of the White and
Buffalo Rivers.
Arkansas wasn’t a total loss though. With the advice and directions from our hosts we were able to find a
restaurant that served up some of, if not the best fried catfish we have ever
had. Fred's Fishhouse doesn't have a website but they also serve some killer onion rings, coleslaw and pickled green
tomatoes. The latter was completely unfamiliar but quite tasty.
Not being able to fish made
for an excellent chance to unwind and slow down a bit. Had the river been in
fishing shape I would have spent every available minute on the water and hardly
seen Sharon’s smiling face. As it was we got to spend some real quality time
together enjoying the scenery and beauty of the
White Buffalo Resort.
The next couple days we made our way to Panama City, FL. The
first afternoon we stopped at West Memphis and set up along the Mississippi
River. The campground there was reasonable but stark after the beauty we had
enjoyed the previous few days near Mountain Home. Our main goal there was to
pass over into Memphis proper and have some excellent barbecue. We passed over
and had some barbecue but honestly it was a bit of a letdown, not at all what
we had built it up to be in our minds. While set up in Manitou Springs we had
treated ourselves to the moist brisket ate
Rudy’s on Hwy 24 and 31
st
Street. We found that we much preferred Rudy’s smoked brisket over Memphis
style barbecue. Other than the bugs in the evening that as they say was that.
The next night in Birmingham was so uneventful I don’t even
remember anything beyond the RV park we set up at was a former KOA……..and more
bugs and humidity. You gotta love the south for its bugs and humidity. I/we had
grown accustomed to living without humidity. I have to say here that there is
something to be said both for and against it. As far as comfort goes anyone who
says it doesn’t bother them is lying to themselves, you or in most cases both.
On the other hand it sure feels good on the skin and sinuses. Excuse the brief foray
into unacceptable territory but by the time we made it to Florida I finally
remembered what it felt like to wake up in the morning without a nose bleed and
tissue full of bloody bogies.
Bugs. What can I say? I wonder if that’s why so many people
in the south smoke, to keep the bugs at bay. That’s all I’ll say about that.
By the time we arrived in Panama City the next day it was
after 2:00 pm, the air temperature was somewhere around 90 and the humidity
around 80% due to the heavy cloud cover. I grew up with this type of weather
and after being away from it for a few years wonder how anybody makes it past
the age of 21. It wasn’t quite what Matthew Broderick’s character in “Biloxi
Blues” declared Africa hot but it was damned close. I had a long nap and a very
large glass of iced tea!
Life on the road is about changes and adapting. So far it’s
been doable but not without a nap in the afternoon. The only issue I’m having
with afternoon naps is time to write. There’s quite a bit to tell yet. We have
already been to the Keys and back to central Florida. I'll be glad to tell you all about it but I need a nap first.
