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New Beginnings

March 20, 2009

We hit the road going from West Texas to Northwest Arkansas. We took our time and made several stops to visit Rick’s relatives in Dallas and in Oklahoma.

We reached Arkansas mid-morning and started the climb up the Boston Mountains. At first, everything was fairly flat with lots of cotton fields on each side of the road. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, the road started tilting upward and small drop-offs were on one side of the road while there were small hills on the other side. A few more miles, the drop-offs became steeper…and scarier! The hills became mountainsides, rising higher and higher toward the sky. To make it even scarier, the road became twists, curves, and sharp turns. I was so grateful Rick was driving because I would never have been able to do it.

As we got further up the mountain, the absolute beauty of it all overtook me and tears came to my eyes. I said to Rick, “I can’t believe I’m going to live here–HERE–in this beautiful place!”  He was so happy and in awe of the surroundings also. You could definitely call it ‘God’s Country’.

Below is a photo taken while we pulled over and rested a little. This land rover came by and you can tell how narrow the roads are and see the drop-off and the rising mountainside.


At one point, we reached a fairly flat spot that went through a heavily wooded area. This is a shot of the sun shining through the trees—so pretty!


We arrived at his brother’s home that evening. After much welcoming and hugs and kisses, we unpacked the car, visited with brother and his wife and 2 children–ages 4 and 6 years old–then called it a night. We were both very tired from the trip and all the visiting. Tired but happy to be there and still in awe of our gorgeous surroundings.

Over the next 2 weeks, Rick settled in to his new job as construction Foreman and I got a part-time job at a quaint little pizza parlor that catered mostly to an older crowd rather than teenagers. I got to know the regulars quite quickly and became friends with a few of them.

Joe and Mary were in their 70’s and owned land and a house in a small town about 15 miles south of there. Teddy (female) and Mark were ‘hippies’ in their 60’s and into organic gardening, herbs,  anything natural and healthy. Both couples were quite intriguing and talked about their many life experiences living in the mountains. I was fascinated by them.

Living with Rick’s brother and family was a little hectic for us, we were anxious to find our own place. The 2 kids were very rowdy and misbehaved quite a bit so there was always a lot of yelling and disciplining, crying, and tantrums that neither one of us could put up with too much longer.

So, the next step was house-hunting………..


4 Comments leave one →
  1. March 20, 2009 12:36 pm

    Lovely photos, lovely trip…makes me feel I want to go there!
    I’m so glad you had happy spells and you are an amazing lady taking on all these different jobs!
    And as always you leave me in suspense…:-))

  2. March 20, 2009 1:34 pm

    Thank you, Jonie! I don’t consider it amazing–it’s just that you have to do what you have to do in order to keep going on with life. 🙂

  3. Louna permalink
    March 20, 2009 5:49 pm

    You inspire me to go get a job at a restaurant but I am so ‘shy’ going in to ask a job application. (but like you mentioned: “we have to do what we have to do!). Kudos to you and your new life in the mountains. The kids must love the nature. It must be such a relaxing atmosphere.

    I don’t want to sound negative but I hope that nothing dramatic happened while you were house hunting w/ hubby. Good luck, my lady!

    So! House hunting….

  4. ithappenedtome permalink
    March 22, 2009 6:36 pm

    Beautiful photos.

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