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.
Wow…that was like your own personal “Secret Garden”
we thought so too!
What a gem of a find! I wonder what I’d find if I explored more around my hood??
LOL – But you *did* find that great dive down the street. Is it still open?