The definition of ‘Sunday drive’

Rarely do we explore the territory west of Harrison. We’ve done it only twice, if I recall correctly, both trips ending in Berryville, where we shopped for (and seriously considered) pre-assembled shed-to-home buildings.

Figuring that The Mountain still was pretty muddy today, I suggested to Deb that we take a leisurely drive out US Route 62 in the direction of Alpena. She was all over the idea, and our Sunday turned out to be one of the best we’ve had in ages. In a way, it was a throwback to our days on the road — easy, spontaneous and rewarding.

Browsing the gritty, eclectic and friendly bazaar that is Alpena’s main drag. Warm, wonderful and unapologetically American conversations with the species I call the “Southern Redneck Hippie.” Picking out an ornament for our front porch — a happy bear cub emerging from a chunk of red cedar, carved with a chainsaw. Brunch at the Cattleman’s Family Restaurant next to the livestock auction in Green Forest.

Running back south on scenic Arkansas Route 7 toward Gaither. Stopping to read a roadside historical marker memorializing over a hundred Arkansans massacred in Utah by Mormons disguised as Indians. Four classic Studebakers in the unlikeliest of places.

And so much more that can’t fairly be described. This gallery will have to do.