Ozark Images: Dusk Falls the Penultimate Eve
On the last evening before we left the Ozarks, we took time to visit the town branch just a few hundred yards up from where it joins South Fork River. To get there, we drove various vehicles across bumpy neighboring farmland. My daughter, Sa-Rah, steered brother John's golf cart. Yes, golf cart. In the Ozarks. But it's a hillbilly golf cart and thus seems to be used more at an all-terrain vehicle.
My son, En-Uk couldn't bear to watch! Well, perhaps a little bit . . .
The moon goddess Diana kept attentive watch on all that transpired . . . though she, too, was partly absent (whether yet waxing or already waning, I know not).
We all managed to reach the creek in a still bright twilight. Shan and Shoshanna evaluate the water's status . . . is it safe? Secure enough for wading?
Shan stands in judgment as brother John takes a closer look. I approach the metaphorical bench.
John's daughter, Crystal, joins the judging team. In the distance rises the partially obscured Salem Knob, though less impressive from here than its vertical height warrants.
As the dusk deepens, Sa-Rah turns to skipping stones . . . and gets her feet wet.
En-Uk and Shoshanna join in the search for flat, skippable stones as the wading begins in earnest.
John shares a father-daughter moment with Crystal as they smile upon the watery antics.
And Sa-Rah decides to finally capture our hearts!
Enter net? Darkness has fallen. Time to return home . . .