The Arkansas Traveler: Part II

Mimi and Papa's house, built out of the sandstone local to the area.

The storm cellar. Mimi says of it, "I'd rather die in my house, thank you very much."

Papa's room. It's a serious man cave.

Arkansas Bonfire. That would be a 30ft tree on fire that we roasted weenies (hot dogs for you non Southern folk) on. And no one calls the fire department when you do this.

Cows obstructing traffic. Never seen this in Southern California.

Went to investigate the history of my Cherokee ancestors!

Apparently the population is now 1,600. It's big time!

Shelli's horse is named Turtle.

Hannah (second cousin), me, Christian, Raigan (Tra's wife), Tra (second cousin), Logan (second cousin), and Brittany (Logan's fiancee).

And now, I present to you, a very large cannon. It's very loud so check your speakers. At the end though, if you turn it up, you can hear the men talking concernedly that it did not fire correctly. That was when I went into the building, thank-you-very-much.