Mulberry Mountain Lodge & Cabins
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... to be my size! And fortunately this
is by far the shortest leg of the trip. We survived the short and smooth flight
Hannah Shipman, one of the two young ladies going over with me, landed within a half hour of my plane. Because the two girls weren't booked through from their homes to Accra, we had to go collect her suitcase and then re-check it. After printing her boarding pass we learned we are still too ...
... by way called the pig trail, but at that point I was happy to get off the bike. I parked the bike,changed into shorts and a T-shirt and set off down a steep slope trying to avoid poison ivy. Not 5 minutes in I slipped and fell ******* my ass. A couple minutes later I started to think something was up and shortly after the trail I was on dead ended. I guess it wasn't a trail. I walked back up the bluff and put back on my saggy jeans I brought along just for ...
... spoiling yourself silly in America, well, maybe it's time to give up and go back to church. The men's department was on the first floor; Deanne took the elevator to the ladies department on the 2nd floor. I kept telling them, "But I am a lady!" It made no difference. I was soon disrobing in my own personnel locker cubicle circa 1930. Becoming naked actually aids and abets the experience on many levels, least of which, the last vestiges ...
... that should have been used to fill the trails we are riding but with a walnut on top. The healthily option.
I did the sensible thing and ordered what they knew how to cook which is an Awful House kids breakfast.
When they said goodbye they did the Mercan pre-programmed thing and gave the corporate line of "Hey Y'all, have an Awful day"
I was worried given it was a 240 mile off road day.
Despite the send off we had a ...
... Indian removal along the "Trail of Tears". The “Trail of Tears” follows along interstate 40 in this part of Arkansas.
There is also Miss Laura’s Visitors Center – this was a brothel which eventually became one of the most celebrated bordellos in the southwest. Laura Ziegler owned it and it is still furnished in the furniture of the time. Names of the women who worked there are still shown.
We took exit ...