Tao Verse 16

The great truth of Nature is Tao.

Mineral Baths to Mountain Bluffs

Our Anniversary Escape this year led us to Hot Springs in Arkansas.  The biggest motivator seemed to be that every other attempt to visit the namesake placename has ended in some disruption or another.  The most recent attempt north of Yellowstone in Montana found the place had closed for the season the weekend just prior to our arrival.  This turned out very similar to other attempts too, though not a complete failure.

It is an interesting little town to explore and soak in a little, quite literally and of course, figuratively. While three days felt like the perfect amount of time to get a good taste of the area, a longer stay would be needed, if one were to have an interest in conquering things like the 21 km Sunset Trail.

Hiking was not at the top of this agenda this time, though we did afford time for the Gulpha Gorge Trail, after pausing for a ride up to the top of the Mountain Tower for a look around the valley.  Most of the remainder of the time involved parading up and down Central Avenue, relaxing in a mineral bath and enjoying some delicious German food.

Local art proved itself an unexpected highlight, featuring an array of massive murals climbing three or four stories high. These pops of fresh paint felt like a modern dialogue against the city's historic backdrop, appearing in almost every corner of the downtown area.

Leaving the city behind, the second half of the adventure turned north into the Flatside Wilderness of the Ouachita National Forest.  The detour was mostly unplanned, beyond knowing of a waterfall there that just happened to be along the way.  We found the cascade mostly dry, though an interesting space in the middle of nowhere to visit.  The trek in and out of the location, crawling up and the rough roads offered their own adventure, proving once again that the journey is just as important as the destination.

Returning to our home away from home in Heber Springs offered time to enjoy friends and family and scoot up to Batesville Motor Speedway for the annual dusting at .  It was a bit cooler than last year, and the wind was not quite as tuned into the direction it should have, but not awful.  The drone of engines and a good coating of red clay just feels right on a cool spring night.

A day on my own led me to the North Sylamore Creek Trail.  Road conditions deterred previous transports from enjoying this piece of scenery.  The short route down to the Allison Trailhead is not always in the best of conditions.  This time, well-prepared with a high clearance vehicle, the road presented itself in much more appropriate fashion.

With transport parked firmly in place, a secondary obstacle loomed.  The creek itself it not much where the trail first meets the bank. However, the Forest Service encourages a trek north from there about 100 yards and cross at a much deeper section.  It is undoubtedly one of those little counterintuitive trail quirks.  Perhaps during high water, it is a shorter distance but then again, much deeper still.

Once on the trail, the landscape changes as the trail climbs steadily to meander northerly above the river, enabling spectacular views of where water likely spills over the edge of the bluff high above, in several locations; that is, in damper conditions.  The stretch defines Ozark geology, with hidden caves and weathered karst littering the length of the journey.

After exploring roughly 4 of the 30 kilometers associated with this trail, it was time to think about heading back since I had no clue how long it was really going to take and there were other plans for the evening hours.  Emerging from the wilderness earlier than expected offered time for a quick jaunt over South Sylmore Creek and its swinging bridge.

The road back to Heber Springs from Mountain View takes about as much time as crossing from one side of Kansas City to other.  It is undeniably more interesting though, even if the state continues to push to straighten out the roads and remove the deep valley dives.

Conversation and a good meal brought things to a close for the day, so much so that we completely  lost track of time.  We realized too late that we missed the change to jump over to Sandy Beach to enjoy the sun set on another enjoyable journey into Arkansas.  There is always another chance.

The drive homeward did not really stand out all that much.  Anticipated afternoon storms, coupled with a return to work looming on the morning horizon the next day encouraged arrival at an earlier than normal time.   It had  been another good journey, leaving us with good memories, multiple new additions to The Ozarks collection, and a little red clay all around.

KC 2 Atlanta & Back

Downtown Atlanta proved an interesting place to explore for a few days, while attending FABCON / SQLCON 2026.  More compelling than anything else, I had the opportunity to capture a few views for the collection from 9 km or so in the air.

Basecamp held its own unique history, though not much is left of the old place beyond a high-rise with a spectacular view from the outdoor pool on the 19th floor.  With a Margaritaville attached, a Waffle House a block away,  Centennial Park sprawling across the street, and the Georgia World Conference Center lie just on the other side  of that, it proved itself the perfect location.

In my spare time, I wandered about a 2 km radius from the location, taking in the local art and dropping by the state capitol building.  The space between has definitely seen better times, though appeared as though it were rebuilding to return to those glory days. It was an interesting town, and very walkable in the daylight, though I am not sure I would return with the sole intent on seeing Atlanta.

Tao Verse 15

Those who have Tao want nothing else.

Mason Jars, Dishware, and Mowers in the Forest

Hiking about one of my favorite spots this past weekend, I got to thinking about a previous discovery there, and thought to check in on it.  I almost forgot where it was.  I checked one spot and then another, before a crunching sound underfoot that did not align to the sound of leaves confirmed the location.  

Brushing away the dead leaves, I noticed some of the pieces of mason jars previously noted.  There were not quite as many as before and the rusting remnants of the vehicle that contained these artifacts were nowhere to be found.  That is not surprising.  At the time, I had made the mistake of posting about this little discovery on Twitter. Shame on me.  Lesson Learned.   

A couple of new pieces emerge this time, with a few more light brushes.  They were only lightly covered in soil and appeared to be part of some sort of dishware.  Turning the piece over, fading paint appeared on the artifact.  It was not much thicker than a nickel and appeared to be hand-painted.  An AI search on this image indicates:

"The image displays a shard of antique porcelain with significant crazing, which are the fine cracks in the glazed surface and a common sign of age in old ceramics.  The pattern appears to be a transferware design, potentially from the 19th or early 20th century."

The second piece was a bit larger and probably a flanged bowl of some sort.  Judging by the diameter and the convex interior curve, it might have been a old wash basin.  An AI search on this image indicates:

The object in the image appears to be a shard of vintage ceramic dishware, likely stoneware, featuring a cream-colored glaze. The shard shows a thick body typical of 19th or early 20th-century pottery, with significant crazing (fine cracks) in the glaze.

Coloring, texture, and general make indicate both items are related, beyond just their location. They were rescued and cleaned under hot water and placed in a plastic bag for preservation.  I feel as though I may need to excavate a bit more of this situation to learn more. 

This is the most anyone will get to know this time.

The backstory on this weird little archaeological find begins after a series of heavy rains a couple of years ago, when I discovered an interesting artifact along the trail of one of my favorite hiking spots.  Lying perpendicular to the trail in a ditch created by downhill drainage, I noticed a chunk of metal sticking up and went to examine.  Brushing away leaves and dirt uncovered what appeared to be the decaying bed of an old pickup type vehicle from the 1930s.  The tailgate remained mostly intact, though sides and bed were one. Multiple broken mason jars lay against a corner of where one of the remaining corners met the tailgate.

It appeared that someone had been driving along and had broken down while ascending the hill.  The general direction of the vehicle indicated progress from the direction of Liberty towards Gladstone. They apparently just left everything there, though that seems a bit odd for someone to do.  Did they go looking for help or otherwise and simply forgot how to get back?  Did they just give entirely?  Did they get caught transporting moonshine?  Did they die here?  What exactly happened?  Scant research uncovered nothing.

Leaving this little find in place and undisturbed, I took a couple of photos and unwittingly made a post about the discovery on Twitter.  Returning to the site a few months later, it should have been no surprise to discover that someone had been rooting around, though it remained mostly undisturbed.

I posted on Twitter about it, at the time. I should have never done that and won't make the same mistake twice.  Almost everything described in this back story has vanished.

A few hundred yards from there, an old mower lay quiet on the forest floor.  This land was used for something at one time, or it was junk yard.  Hard to tell just now.  More research is needed.  Below are a few shots of that in the last couple of months.