Driving the final leg of the trip home from the Lone Star State was a bit soggy. A deluge of water beginning just a few miles from the Arkansas border ushered us out of drought parched Texas and into the drenched over-watered river basins. From the rapid flowing Arkansas River, top of the banks Little Red River, fast running Buffalo and all the creeks so full of themselves, I couldn't help but wish we could spread some of this moisture westward a bit to Texas.
It was a bit nervewracking driving in pounding rain where visibility often extended only a few feet in front of the hood...further exacerbated by gray and tan cars with no lights. If you have driven in pouring rain you realize that despite the fact that you can see in the daylight, other cars are visible only by their lights. Pulling a trailer added to my discomfort and Ol' Abner was exhausted and nursing a painful leg injury as he crawled into the back seat to sleep. I was a bit tense throughout the ordeal. Anyone who knows me is aware that rain never makes me happy. I welcome a rainy day with about as much enthusiasm as a trip to the dentist for a root canal. Give me sunshine or just let me sleep.
Home was a welcome sight despite the pouring rain. We just parked and came inside without unloading. By that time my sinus congestion was most painful and Ol' Abner's foot was still throbbing. Even though it was early afternoon, we drove the other car to pick up the four-legged family member and just cocooned the rest of the day. The sunshine of the following morning gave us the energy to venture out to notice that the rain guage had filled and overflowed, the trees had stopped moulting, added leaves to the branches and our privacy was again reinforced on the mountain.
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