Watering Hole

On down the road from The Shack we noticed cars parked on the side. As we passed, we craned our necks to see what was down there but only caught a glimpse of this dirt road.

So one day we decided to find out what was going on…

Bathing suits – check.

Towels – check.

Leaving Carolyn in the dust while the roommates get caught up in conversation – check, check, and check.

We turned the corner at the bottom and was immediately greeted with a nice mural.

R practiced his best whud-up stance in case the muralists decided to get unfriendly. You know, because doesn’t every gang hang out by creeks in rural Arkansas?

But guess what – No gangs! Only a wonderfully cold watering hole with rope swing included. People had their chairs, their drinkie-poos, and picnics packed. What a nice surprise, especially during this heat wave we’ve had.

4 comments on “Watering Hole

  1. P. W. says:

    Wow…that was like your own personal “Secret Garden”

  2. Stephanie says:

    What a gem of a find! I wonder what I’d find if I explored more around my hood??

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