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Petit Jean State Park Waterfalls – Central Arkansas

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Two Waterfalls In Petit Jean State Park – Central Arkansas
Both waterfalls shown are located in Petit Jean State Park in central Arkansas.  It’s a great park with many trails, beautiful scenery, and cabins built by CCC workers in the 1930s.

Petit Jean Mountain juts up abruptly from the Arkansas River Valley.   Cedar Creek has carved a steep canyon through the mountain. These waterfalls are along Cedar Creek. The one atop this post is aptly named Cedar Creek Falls. The one below is more appropriately called a cascade and appears to be unnamed.

  1. Lord of Leisure was previously known in these posts as Mr. Science. Both Lord of Leisure and Mr Science spend most of their time disguised as Neil Ellis, mild-mannered, retired teacher at a great suburban school system, who can identify a bird by its call, complete the New York Times Friday Crossword in ink, and snap a heck of a photo. All Lord of Leisure photos can be found at Photos – Lord of Leisure. []

The Bluegrass Musicians Of The 2011 Mountain View Ozark Folk Festival

Portraits Of Musicians

As described in Return To Mountain View Ozark Folk Festival and Once More Into The Woods Of The 1973 Mountain View Ozark Folk Festival, Lord of Leisure and Hippie With Tiara dared return to Mountain View, Arkansas, site of the adventure known at Heck Of A Guy as The Great Ozark Folk Festival Flood of 1973.1

Today’s post offers views of the bluegrass musicians performing at this year’s festival.2 Click on images (including the photo atop this post) to enlarge.

  1. See the original three-post story at Introduction, Bluegrass, The Courthouse, The Campgrounds, & Hungry Hungry Hippies, and The Flood. []
  2. Editor’s Note: During the recent Mountain View trip, Lord of Leisure was in visitor rather than photographer mode. The photos from this excursion are casual snapshots, not the product of long, arduous, and intense efforts such as those typically found in category labeled Photos-Lord of Leisure. I prevailed upon Lord of Leisure to allow these shots to be posted. []

Alum Cove Natural Bridge – Ozark National Forest

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As noted in yesterday’s post, Wildflowers – Ozark National Forest, Lord Of Leisure and Hippie With Tiara hiked through a portion of the Alum Cove National Recreation Trail in the Ozark National Forest, located in the Boston Mountains of Arkansas.2 During this expedition, Lord Of Leisure took this shot of the Alum Cove Natural Bridge (and Hippie With Tiara). Click on image for best viewing.

The arch’s impressive, almost mystic prospect afforded by this photo belies the rather pedestrian, if not depressingly entropic geological process which accounts for its formation: the 100-130 feet long (reports vary), 20 feet wide  arch was once a quartz sandstone cave. According to the USDA Forest Service site, “The weathering process of wind, rain and ice formed the opening between the arch and the rock overhang.”

  1. Lord of Leisure was previously known in these posts as Mr. Science. Both Lord of Leisure and Mr Science spend most of their time disguised as Neil Ellis, mild-mannered, retired teacher at a great suburban school system, who can identify a bird by its call, complete the New York Times Friday Crossword in ink, and snap a heck of a photo. All Lord of Leisure photos can be found at Photos – Lord of Leisure. []
  2. Wikipedia describes the Ozark National Forest: The Ozark National Forest encompasses 1,200,000 acres (4,900 km2) primarily in the scenic Ozark Mountains in northern Arkansas. The forest contains the tallest mountain in Arkansas, Mount Magazine, and Blanchard Springs Caverns. The southern section of the forest lies along the Arkansas River Valley south to the Ouachita Mountains. The forest was created in 1908 by proclamation of President Theodore Roosevelt. The forest is home to over 500 species of trees and woody plants. Hardwoods, predominantly oak and hickory, comprise the majority of the forest. The forest contains five designated wilderness areas and several Wildlife Management Areas. The Ozark Highlands Trail, built and maintained by over 3,000 volunteers, is the longest hiking trail in the forest and extends for 165 miles (270 km) from the Buffalo National River to Lake Fort Smith State Park in the far western portion of the state.

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Wildflowers – Ozark National Forest

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During their return to the Mountain View Ozark Folk Festival,2 Lord Of Leisure and Hippie With Tiara hiked through a portion of the Alum Cove National Recreation Trail in the Ozark National Forest, located in the Boston Mountains of Arkansas.3

Along the way, Lord Of Leisure captured this dazzling photo of wildflowers serendipitously found along the trail. Click on image for best viewing.

 

  1. Lord of Leisure was previously known in these posts as Mr. Science. Both Lord of Leisure and Mr Science spend most of their time disguised as Neil Ellis, mild-mannered, retired teacher at a great suburban school system, who can identify a bird by its call, complete the New York Times Friday Crossword in ink, and snap a heck of a photo. All Lord of Leisure photos can be found at Photos – Lord of Leisure. []
  2. See Return To Mountain View Ozark Folk Festival and Once More Into The Woods Of The 1973 Mountain View Ozark Folk Festival []
  3. Wikipedia describes the Ozark National Forest: The Ozark National Forest encompasses 1,200,000 acres (4,900 km2)  primarily in the scenic Ozark Mountains in northern Arkansas. The forest contains the tallest mountain in Arkansas, Mount Magazine, and Blanchard Springs Caverns. The southern section of the forest lies along the Arkansas River Valley south to the Ouachita Mountains.  The forest was created in 1908 by proclamation of President Theodore Roosevelt. The forest is home to over 500 species of trees and woody plants. Hardwoods, predominantly oak and hickory, comprise the majority of the forest. The forest contains five designated wilderness areas and several Wildlife Management Areas.  The Ozark Highlands Trail, built and maintained by over 3,000 volunteers, is the longest hiking trail in the forest and extends for 165 miles (270 km) from the Buffalo National River to Lake Fort Smith State Park in the far western portion of the state.

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Once More Into The Woods Of The 1973 Mountain View Ozark Folk Festival

38 Years Later – Forest Still Primeval

As noted in Return To Mountain View Ozark Folk Festival, Lord of Leisure and Hippie With Tiara dared to return to Mountain View, Arkansas, site of the adventure known at Heck Of A Guy as The Great Ozark Folk Festival Flood of 1973, a tale told in three parts: Introduction, Bluegrass, The Courthouse, The Campgrounds, & Hungry Hungry Hippies, and The Flood.

Editor’s Note: During the recent Mountain View trip, Lord of Leisure was in visitor rather than photographer mode. The photos from this excursion are casual snapshots, not the product of long, arduous, and intense efforts such as those typically found in category labeled Photos-Lord of Leisure. I prevailed upon Lord of Leisure to allow these shots to be posted. Click on images for best viewing.

Today’s focus is on the woods where our intrepid group1 camped during the 1973 sojourn:

The tone for our stay within the municipality of Mountain View was set when Lord of Leisure (pictured in situ on the reader’s right), upon driving into the designated camping area, was guided across a dry creek bed into the imaginatively defined “city park” by a deputy policeman, whose rank was indicated by the battered badge pinned to his wifebeater tank top and whose authority was confirmed by the several pounds of Colt revolver holstered on his hip.

To appreciate these scenes, viewers should also be informed about a specific event that took place in those woods. From The Great Ozark Folk Festival Flood of 1973: Bluegrass, The Courthouse, The Campgrounds, & Hungry Hungry Hippies:

That prizewinning episode [involving food] came to pass the in the midst of the sunshine-filled afternoon of our second day in Mountain View. From our campsite, we heard what can only be described as wailing. Convinced that someone was in acute distress (the smart money was on “bad drug trip”), we hiked toward the apparent source of the moans, a portion of the woods that was a reasonable facsimile of the forest primeval and the likely home of spooks, goblins, witches, werewolves, and similar supernatural entities. Our search did not turn up anyone shrieking (or anything in the ghost/ogre category), and the noise had ceased by the time we entered the woods.

We did, however, find an object that was immediately enshrined in my mind as a prime symbol of human depravity, a position it has maintained unto this day.

In our search for the source of the wailing, we unexpectedly stumbled onto a stone amphitheater carved into a hillside in the woods, causing one member of our party to speculate on the likelihood that the sounds we had heard were occasioned by a human sacrifice completed during a pagan ceremony held on the stage of this secluded venue. Exploring the grounds, we found the thing.

At our feet lay a sandwich composed of two pieces of white bread – encasing a generous helping of what we determined by consensus to be Chef Boyardee canned spaghetti. It was not a pretty sight. But the nuance responsible for the object’s transcendence from the disgusting to the horrible was the single bite taken from the sandwich before it was discarded.

Perhaps, gentle reader, the impact of this emblematic sandwich cannot be conveyed by the written word. Perhaps, as the cliché has it, “you had to be there.” I can testify that when we came upon that scene we all immediately realized that one of the central existentialist questions of our time is

To what levels of despair and desperation must a human
being sink to not only construct a sandwich from white
bread and Chef Boyardee canned spaghetti but to
actually take a bite of that sandwich before rejecting it?

I have no proof that the wailing we heard was connected to that sandwich, but …

Lord of Leisure2 writes:

The amphitheater [above] was built as a federal “Green Thumb” project, a program designed to provide work for unemployed farm workers,  in the late 60′s so it was fairly new when we first visited, but I don’t remember it looking new at all.  In this photo taken today [late April 2011], one can see that it has been neglected and is in need of repair.

We found no evidence of a memorial marking the sacred ground where the spaghetti sandwich was discovered

Lord of Leisure writes:

Above are steps leading down to the amphitheater looking in the opposite direction as the previous picture. When we visited [late April 2011], this pretty, quiet place was populated by many blooming dogwoods and very few people.

From The Great Ozark Folk Festival Flood of 1973: The Flood:

… we discovered that the low water crossing over the dry creek bed had been replaced by a roiling gush of water with no bridge of any kind visible.

As we approached the water we watched one car drive onto the low-water bridge, now buried under a rushing stream. The vehicle began moving with the current and seemed doomed to be swept downstream when, at the last moment, the driver managed to escape the waters, gaining enough traction to climb the bank on the opposite side.

In testimony to the narrow margin separating that successful crossing from the catastrophe it could have been, no one else, among the multitude stranded in that campground, many of whom had demonstrated in the preceding two days a distinct lack of judgment, impaired reality testing, and no evidence of an instinct for self-preservation, made an attempt to ford the stream.

Lord of Leisure writes:

I took this picture from the bottom of the amphitheater, shooting back toward the woods where I think we camped in 1973.  My memory is that we walked through the woods searching for the source of wailing we hear that sounded like someone may have been on a bad trip.   The trail in the background may have been the way we made our approach. This stone bridge is far more  picturesque than the submerged, aptly-named low-water bridge we had to cross to return from Mountain View in 1973, but goes over the same creek that flooded that year.

  1. Left to right: Flame, Hippie With Tiara, PolySciGuy, and DrHGuy in camp – Mountain View, Arkansas.  Not shown: Lord of Leisure (photographer) and the then eventually-to-become-first-Mrs-DrHGuy, aka the still-later-to-become-ex-Mrs-DrHGuy (MIA)


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  2. Lord of Leisure was previously known in these posts as Mr. Science. Both Lord of Leisure and Mr Science spend most of their time disguised as Neil Ellis, mild-mannered, retired teacher at a great suburban school system, who can identify a bird by its call, complete the New York Times Friday Crossword in ink, and snap a heck of a photo. []

Return To Mountain View Ozark Folk Festival

Survivors Of 1973 Great Ozark Folk Festival Relive Event

Last week, Lord Of Leisure and Hippie With Tiara reprised the journey to Mountain View, Arkansas, site of the adventure known at Heck Of A Guy as The Great Ozark Folk Festival Flood of 1973, a tale told in three parts: Introduction, Bluegrass, The Courthouse, The Campgrounds, & Hungry Hungry Hippies, and The Flood.

The following excerpt is from the Introduction:

Comprising events that took place 34 years ago within a period of less than 72 hours, the story of The Great Ozark Folk Festival Flood of 1973 [is] part travelogue, part drama, and part farce …

The Ozark Folk Festival, which, since its origin in the early 1960s, has annually featured a weekend of unalloyed, down-home bluegrass music played as God intended it, by overalls-clad fellows, red of neck and wizened of visage, each with a hefty wad of Red Man twixt cheek and gum and a can at the ready for use as a spittoon – well, by those guys and by the hippies, of course.

As a bonus, the Festival took place in a beautiful wilderness area in Arkansas. …

As it turned out, my romantic companion of that era, the then eventually-to-become-first-Mrs-DrHGuy, also decided to sign up for the trip as did two of my high school buddies, PolySciGuy and Flame, who had married each other and were living nearby.

Thus it was that on Good Friday, 20 April 1973, I and the still-later-to-become-ex-Mrs-DrHGuy were ensconced in the back seat of a metallic blue 1968 Pontiac Tempest5 driven by Lord of Leisure with Hippie With Tiara by his side and followed by PolySciGuy and Flame in a newish Fiat as we departed civilization as it then existed in the university town of Columbia, Missouri to journey across 265 miles and a time-space vortex into the Kingdom of Mountain View, Arkansas.

Lamentably, few photos resulted from the first trip; on this return visit, however, our intrepid travelers have brought back a feast of images.

Especially striking are the scenes from the town’s central square:

Courthouse & Stone County Seat

The pertinent passage from  Bluegrass, The Courthouse, The Campgrounds, & Hungry Hungry Hippies follows:

The Ozark Folk Festival activities, including a Saturday morning parade featuring Governor Dale Bumpers, took place on or near the Courthouse square that is the political and social center of the Mountain View metroplex. …

When we visited the Courthouse, its electrical wiring was conveniently located on the hallway walls. Portions of that wiring ran to the ceilings of those hallways and then dropped a short distance, suspending the naked, dangling bulbs that provided lighting for the area.

And, it was after a memorable visit to the Courthouse restroom that I embraced the conviction that, the tenets of medical science notwithstanding, one could, indeed, become infected with a venereal disease from a toilet seat. Indeed, I believed that transmission of disease might well take place without physical contact with the toilet seat.

The Jail

In 1973, the county jail was also on the town square. It remains there today but now sports the addition seen below on the reader’s right.

Again, The pertinent passage from  Bluegrass, The Courthouse, The Campgrounds, & Hungry Hungry Hippies follows:

One of the sights on the square early Saturday afternoon had been the hippie contingent openly quaffing wine. One of the sights on the square later that afternoon was the remainder of the hippie contingent begging for spare change to raise bail for their recently arrested comrades who were then residing in the local jail, an ancient stone blockhouse located behind the courthouse, having been educated, though the didactic device of undergoing arrest, that Stone County Arkansas was, as it still is, a dry county.

The view below shows that the addition to the jail building is the office of the Prosecuting Attorney.

The Parade

While this year’s parade did not include, as it did in 1973, the Governor of Arkansas, it did feature a lead unit destined to trigger excitement.

More Shots Of Parade

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Bonus

Happily, this business, located on the route to Mountain View, has survived the economic downturn to continue to provide the basis of many, many bad jokes. Readers are invited to create their own variations.

Future Attractions

More Mountain View photos coming soon.