amazed at all the wildflowers we saw as we roamed.
Misty mountains and Queen Anne's Lace.
The foggy mountains were shades of grey and tourquoise.
The rain as it approached near Possum Trot, Arkansas.
Chuck in his yellow slicker.
Our dog Wiley as he patiently waits for the rain to let up.
We stumbled across this small roadside park, likely built in the 1960's.
The rock overhang looked like cooled lava.
There is also a small spring under the cliff.
it could date from the civil war era.