(*But not today.)
I’m really diggin’ these mornings when I have reason to be out and about early. Yes, I do it to beat the heat, but I’m rewarded with scenes I wouldn’t get to see otherwise.
At 7am yesterday, fog wrapped the high ground. My route’s dips and dives took me out of the murk and then back in again before emerging into clear air north of Crooked Creek.
The occasion for Wednesday morning’s jaunt was a visit to Hutch-Creek Sourdough in Flippin. She’d baked too many of her “mini” loaves and was selling them yesterday for half price.
It was the kind of deal that brings these amazing-but-pricey baked goods within my budget. I bought one “flight” of four loaves, four different breads.
When I left, I turned south on 2nd to Park, which would bring me back to State Route 178. I realized at the intersection that I was stopped right in front of a local landmark I’d been meaning to check out — the Flippin Jail.
Built in 1928 to corral vagrants and drunks, the structure measures just twelve feet by nine feet, built entirely of concrete. It was in regular use until the early 1960s, believe it or not. When Flippin’s prisoners started being sent to the Marion County Jail here in Yellville, the old building survived because it was deemed too hard to tear down.
It’s now on the National Register of Historic Places. Not exactly a tourist attraction, but it means something to folks ’round here.
Back on The Mountain, it turned into a beautiful summer day — warm, but nothing that Smudge and I couldn’t handle.
Those might be the bluest skies I’ve ever seen over The Mountain.
I expect to have developments on the cabin-comfort front to report tomorrow, by the way. There’s no way for me to know what the future holds, but the present is bright.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable