Bidding farewell to the little schoolhouse in the Copper Mines, another beautiful day on the road unfolded under clear blue skies, promising warmer temperatures than the previous day.
After another good simple and fantastic breakfast at A&MA minor parting distraction found a full Chobohollay spilling through Silver Mines as it has for a millennium.
A morning hike leading along the south bluff of the St. Francis River there offered up relatively clean views of the stream below, and promised access to old mining ruins. Their location remained elusive. Another visit with more time allotted would enable better reconnaissance of the situation.
Prior to completely vacating the state, a pause to visit family discovered a spelling mistake on the signage and an odd alignment. The final homes of two in particular were not properly aligned to the remainder of the grid, seemingly segregated into their own subdivision.
Encounters with civilization in this part of the world are few and far between along this southeastern edge of the Salem plateau. Passing through a town assumed tucked away on the northern edge of Kansas City presented a moment of amusement. Beyond that, a deeper conversation distracted from other distractions.
The day passed on uneventfully drifting through the wiggles of northern Arkansas highways. The angle of the sun negated any thoughts towards filming the journey, casting too many flares across the lens. Arriving later at final base camp, some time under the shadow of Sugar Loaf found the Mossy Bluff displaying new spring growth, water flowing freely, and a new angle on the mountain.
