On our drive Monday, Charles and I pondered two bits of "Ozarkian" wisdom that came our way.
One, as relayed by an older writer of the area; "It isn't that our mountains are so tall, but that our hollers (hollows) are so deep."
Profound, huh?
The second was given to us by our own personal experience of the day. As is our custom, on longer drives we look for recreation/conservation areas to stop at, so that we can stretch our legs, get a bit of nature, etc.
Yesterday, we ventured to stop at Held's Island. (Which is a lovely little area, btw.)
There is a river surrounding the conservation area (hence the island bit), and I am *always* drawn to water. So I head down the boat launch to look at the river. Now...there is a truck parked at the end of the boat launch, no trailer though...and laughter coming from the water. The sound of men bs-ing about the weather, the farms, baseball and women.
It was a hot day, yesterday, in the low 90's, and apparently this group of older guys had decided to stop and cool off in the river before going home.
As I came into view (not full view though, thankfully) I heard, "Damn it, it's a woman. Get your britches on!" I quickly turned, thankful that the water obscured anything and marched back up the boat ramp to Charles, who was greatly amused.
So the second part of the Ozarkian wisdom we learned is...at remote conservation areas, people still go skinny dipping. No matter what their ages.
I can't tell you how hard my Dad laughed as I told him this story.
One, as relayed by an older writer of the area; "It isn't that our mountains are so tall, but that our hollers (hollows) are so deep."
Profound, huh?
The second was given to us by our own personal experience of the day. As is our custom, on longer drives we look for recreation/conservation areas to stop at, so that we can stretch our legs, get a bit of nature, etc.
Yesterday, we ventured to stop at Held's Island. (Which is a lovely little area, btw.)
There is a river surrounding the conservation area (hence the island bit), and I am *always* drawn to water. So I head down the boat launch to look at the river. Now...there is a truck parked at the end of the boat launch, no trailer though...and laughter coming from the water. The sound of men bs-ing about the weather, the farms, baseball and women.
It was a hot day, yesterday, in the low 90's, and apparently this group of older guys had decided to stop and cool off in the river before going home.
As I came into view (not full view though, thankfully) I heard, "Damn it, it's a woman. Get your britches on!" I quickly turned, thankful that the water obscured anything and marched back up the boat ramp to Charles, who was greatly amused.
So the second part of the Ozarkian wisdom we learned is...at remote conservation areas, people still go skinny dipping. No matter what their ages.
I can't tell you how hard my Dad laughed as I told him this story.
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