Rain Drops Keep Falling On My Head
Trip Start Aug 25, 2008
31Trip End Sep 2008
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As I'm leaving the center after the rain has let up, a lady who is just coming in starts a conversation with me about the rain. She says she lives in Little Rock and that in 40 years she's never seen it rain like that. She said that visibility was down to almost zero and "cars were hydroplaning all over the place." I think I made the right decision to wait it out at the Welcome Center. Even if I stayed upright (which isn't a foregone conclusion) sharing the road with hydroplaning cars doesn't sound like fun to me.
I follow Interstate 40 continuing through more open agricultural land. While I'm stopped at a rest stop looking at a map, two '05 ST1300's pull up next to me. (I ride an '05 ST1300.) It turns out there's a gathering of ST's planned for Eureka Springs, Arkansas that I didn't know about. They invite me to stop by but I don't think I can squeeze that in with everything else I have planned.
Once again I find myself wondering about town names and their source. When I was in Kentucky I went through the town of Gum Lick and have a mental image of the founder being an old man, with no teeth, who had a habit of licking his gums. Now in Arkansas I pass by Toad Suck
I continue down I40 with the intent of getting off at highway 7 but an electronic sign on the freeway warns that 7 is closed and to use alternate routes. I get off the freeway to consult my map and plan an alternate route. I discover I'm on the 105 and that will get get me where I need to go. It's getting dark so I stop at the Bayou Bluff Recreation Area, a National Forest Service campground on the Illinois Bayou.
I set up my tent next to Dale and Steve who, as it turns out, are local men scouting new areas to go deer hunting when the season opens. They invite me to join them at their campfire and offer to share the dinner they're cooking over the open fire. I join them until it's time for me to toddle off to bed.