I jump on 183, zoom away – pass a few exits, jump on another highway with another random number… keep going, take a big number exit with some letters in it. This has been my confusion in DFW since I’ve moved here. So much urban sprawl, so many numbered concrete roadways that float in the air and hop back down to the ground level, then you just sit there, because apparently everyone else decided to get on that particular roadway today, too.
Then one day I took the usual roadways, and the usual exit, and saw an unusual sign. “Visit Arkansas.” Y’know, the Natural State. The sign is electronic and it plays a video of a beautiful waterfall like ones I’ve seen before, and scenes that you can only experience on the Buffalo River.
The sign made me remember these photos I took in May 2014 as I traveled the highway from Hot Spring, Arkansas to Nashville, Arkansas. Yea, its on a numbered road, but its surrounded by trees. On these roads you gotta be careful for those deer, they don’t care about your car and they don’t understand the danger you pose to each other – so you watch the roads and the woods, and flash your bright lights in case they get any silly road-crossing ideas. On these roads you gotta know how to drive through a curve, because the roads they wind and dip and rise around the hilly landscape. Not quite tall enough to be mountains, but definitely not flat land.
Its Sunday morning, and I have the road to myself as the sun starts to shine through the trees. I pull over and take it all in. I drive a big machine, I’m on a paved road – but my heart tells me it is just me, God, and nature. We’re here all alone together. It feels amazing. #NoFilter necessary.
Read more about why I love Arkansas, and reasons you should visit, too:
Arkansas Treasures pt. 1
Arkansas Treasures pt. 2
Art Deco in Arkansas
xoxo, dolls & dudes