We had an eventful first night in AR, to say the least.
We were warned that it would be windy and cold, and that it may rain; armed with two sleeping bags apiece, we weren't worried about it. We crammed into our tents and settled into sleep.
Until the wind blew the stakes from the ground and the tents started to collapse around us.
Our things soaked, our teeth chattering, we dragged the tents to the safety of the bathrooms and hung our sleeping bags out to dry. Thank goodness we had two campers for storage and cooking--we moved our bags around and slept there. The arrangement seems to be working.
This part of AR is so beautiful. I've taken my state for granted, having lived there for thirteen years. I've certainly been to this part of the state, but never stayed here, never realized what a difference in terrain a few hours' drive can make.
Between Denver and Queen Wilhelmina, I don't know if I'll ever be able to live somewhere without a mountain view. It never fails to take my breath away.
We have an orientation today and we get started tomorrow. I can't wait to really get down into the thick of it.
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