As is the usual habit, a visit to the Mossy Bluff set the day in perspective
and offered up a little time for reflection. The sky and colors all
seemed exaggerated, from the tiniest bug to the tallest tree. It was a
beautiful day to just linger about the forest, under mostly clear skies, with
temperatures hovering in the mid-teens Celsius.
The cascade was percolating along too. It ensured a long visit just
doing nothing but listening to the sound of the water passing along, making
its way down to the Little Red River. It whispered the necessity of not
forgetting my friend the Sugar Loaf, and so a jog down that trail followed
shortly after.
After making the rounds visiting these two friends, our party convened for a
trip up to Batesville to enjoy some over-cooked steak and salmon from
Colton's. We did not realize until it was too late, that the last time
we were there, they got it wrong then too. They did fix it, but the
experience is one that likely will not be forgotten. How any cook in his
right mind can try and pass off a well-done steak as medium rare remains a
point of confusion. Nobody died, so there is that.
Returning back along our charted course, we returned to Batesville Motor Speedway, which is actually in Locust Grove, for a sneak peek at events to come in the following evening. It was not really planned that way, it just worked out as much. The flyer was not very specific, suggested that racing would be happening all three nights. At the last minute, we discovered on the old interwebs that Thursday was actually "Open Practice." Entry turned out to be completely free, so the mistake cost nothing more than having to return the following evening for the real deal.
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