Some days you just have to be on the road. Shreveport has a road
leading out of town that rapidly becomes fast and beautiful. It was
the kind of day where you plan to take one road, and then take
another. We were going to loop into Texas in Texarcana and then
decided to drive down the state line, with Texas on the left and
Arkansas on the right. Turning off the road to see what a "BAYOU"
was, we saw a calf and her mother nursing, women raking leaves and
men chopping wood. The bayou was a place for letting your boat in the
water, and I almost drove my car into the bayou because I couldn't
see over the it as I approached it. We passed houses where they sell
quilts and handmade dolls. People on the way were friendly and happy
to see us. As the odometer flipped from 999 to 000 we found ourselves
turning east and crossing a huge lake
bridge, the sun was shimmering on the water. We made it to the
diamond mine just as it was closing. It's just a big open field
called "the crater", plowed in rows where you can dig or
pan for gems as much as you like. It was easy to see how you could
get caught up in searching for diamonds. We left wishing that we knew
about the Queen of Diamonds Hotel, it looked pretty charming. OK, so
we didn't find any diamonds, we didn't actually know what we were
looking for in any case. When we stopped in the "rock shop"
and saw what we should have been looking for, we settled for some
rough garnets that came from Alabama. At 75 cents a piece, I thought
they were fair enough. The real gem around there is the state park
the mine is in. Horseback riding, and canoeing through the woods, or
driving through like we did is gorgeous and the air is clean and
sweet. The fella in the rock shop told us to check out the catfish at
the Fish Net
in
Arkadelphia and let me tell you, that gumbo,
catfish
and hushpuppy dinner was unbelievably good.
Speaking of puppies, the good news is that the folks in Florida who
lost their puppy found their puppy. The bad news is that they found
him last June, the sign I saw in the Tom Thumb (See
March 9) was an old sign that no one had bothered to take down.
As far as I know, the people who found the puppy in Alabama still
have him. One bright side is that they really like the puppy and I
think they may just keep him. :)