Over the weekend, my friends Brian and Darren and I, we drove south about 3.5 hours to White Rock Mountain Recreation Area, in deepest, darkest Arkansas. It was quite a drive down, with our GPS dropping out periodically and very nearly hitting a large owl that flew across the road in front of us. We got down there just after dark. We set up camp and I went about smoking a tri tip in camp, while Brian cooked up potatoes and black bean corn salsa.
Saturday morning, up cold and hungry. Breakfast of some nice Papua New Guinea coffee from Dancing Mule Coffee Co. and bacon pepper jack sausage in potatoes via the cooking hands of Brian D. We farted around camp for a bit before lazily tackling the short, but exceedingly scenic White Rock Rim Trail around the mountain.
We saw a few pileated woodpeckers, as well as this primitive little guy (nine-banded armadillo).
Sunset Saturday was pretty awesome. See the vid below for a time-lapse.
Brian knocked out a beef stew around dinner time. Good stuff! Overnight, coyotes yipped and howled in the valley around us. In the morning, we woke to mist and rain and a hearty breakfast by yours truly.
We hung out in the cold and rain for a while, before calling it and heading homeward. Well, Brian and I. Darren, at the time of post, is still down there. He's on a solo week of vacation, hiking, mountain biking and camping. Great weekend getaway. We ate more then we hiked, but still fun. Good to just hang out and shoot the sh!t around the campfire.