Here's a few highlights.
Packing.
It all fits.
Woke up in a FS horse camp to lots of shouting from a loud raspy horse lady.
At some point during the previous evening's ride, the battery drained too far for the charging system to fix it. I had to bump start it out of the campground and because of the notorious warm-up time, had to let it idle next to Hwy 7 for a while. The sign says, "Crooked and steep next 53 miles, drive with care."
Rest stop at Rotary Ann, one of the first FS scenic areas. I spent a summer doing veg surveys down that mountain.
Here's an old school that burned down.
Nice ass.
This is pretty characteristic of Ozark highways.
Here's another neat rest stop with a distressingly rickety tower. Still gotta go up.
I like the Buffalo.
On day 2, I met up with some friends at a primitive campsite in the National Forest down on the headwaters of the Buffalo River. It was only supposed to be 3 miles down a dirt road, but when you take wrong turns, it can turn into about 10. Didn't drop it once, though.
Big spider with egg sack.
