Is It "Hump" Day??

Tuesday, September 22, 2009, Petit Jean State Park

Is it Tuesday already???  Seems like we just got here and our time is already half over.......

Well, we made it through a very rainy, storm filled night and woke up to beautiful sunshine!!  YEA!  We were afraid we were going to be stuck in the RV all day watching it rain outside and checking out old reruns of Bonanza.......but nope, nope, nope......it was a motorcycle day!!

We scoped out our ride for today and realized that yesterday we just went the wrong direction on Hwy 7.  We were still in search of the "Grand Canyon of the Ozarks" and figured that maybe, just maybe, by going North instead of South, we stood a better chance of finding it.  So we headed North to Russellville among dark, rain threatening clouds and then on towards Harrison........I researched the heck out of this ride and knew right where to go.......at least I thought I did.  We arrived at what was suppose to be, and I quote:  "Of all the roads in the area, this is the most memorable. Hwy. 123 has everything going on. You'll get your monies worth from your tires on this road. Road gets tighter near Mount Judea." Yep, that's what the website said.......but it was headed in the opposite direction from the map on the website.........so we just flipped a coin and turned left.  What a good choice!  Still wouldn't have used the phrase, "Grand Canyon of the Ozarks" but beautiful nonetheless.  As a plus, it had AWESOME curvy, twisty roads that put a smile on our faces!!  


Here's some of the highlights on CR 123:  1)  Three dogs in the middle of the road; two "getting lucky" and the other watching.  They wouldn't move nor stop what they were doing; we had to go around them.........all I've got to say, is those are going to be some bad, ugly babies in a few months.....2)  An awesome one lane bridge  3) The sweetest little Yorkie dog and his best friend, a mutt, walking down the center of the two lane road who appeared to be homeless or at best, living in the ghetto.  We turned around, pulled over and called him over to us.  He ran right up to us and was definitely, the ugliest little Yorkie I've ever seen, but oh, what a face he had.  I scooped him up and immediately noticed he had fleas running all over his little body....did I mention what a sweet little face he had??  We got him safely off the road and knew we couldn't keep him.....but oh, how we wanted to.....he deserved a good home.....and then, to break our hearts even more, he chased after us when we left......until he saw a grasshopper on the road and then he forgot all about us.


After a long day of riding, we finally made it back to the RV late in the afternoon and not a drop of rain hit our helmets all day.....


Murphy was only too happy to see us and decided to take out his built up frustrations out on Senator McCain in front of the RV and the world.  Our boy body slammed that poor man around for 30 minutes.....neighbors walking by were watching....other dogs were sitting around watching......it was embarrassing.  He had his leash so tangled up on McCain it practically severed his head.........took 30 minutes to untangle it.  


The day ended with Liz chasing Murphy around the RV to give him his Bronchitis medicine; went to stand up and hit her head on the bottom of the dining room table.  As I'm holding my head saying ouch, ouch, ouch (& yes, that IS what I said!!), what do you think my dear, sensitive husband Chuck had to say???  I quote, "Ohhhh....you almost hit your bald spot".  Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..........