After posting about my dad’s old homestead, I got to thinking about the time we would go to the river to swim.
When I was a child, there was no air conditioners. The only way to cool off on a hot, humid, Arkansas summer was to go to the river. The shallow waters, made it perfect for children to wade and swim. A rocky bottom would toughen up tender feet. I would walk slowly on the rocks, venturing out from the shallow water to deeper and colder depth. The large bluffs on the other side of the river played with my imagination. What caves are hidden in the crevices? What treasures may be there, left my Native Americans? I recall spending most of my time studying the rock formations and picking up colorful, smooth river stones.
When I return the last time, the river area has been turn into a park. A small overflow dam lets the river flow on by. Grassy areas replace the rocks, but the bluffs are still there. I searched for the familiar crevices and recall stories about a panther that would roam through the area and screamed during the night. No, I didn’t hear any panther screams, but I do think I found my favorite crevice that probably still has unknown treasures waiting to be discovered.