The word "trail" has always held a fascination for me. Webster defines the word as being "a track made by passage through a wilderness; a beaten path; a marked path through a forest or mountainous region." Now, that's enough to stir the imagination, for sure. How can one imagine the beginning of a trail without wondering about the end of the trail? And, what of the happenings along the trail? Ahh, there you have it...a story to be told.
The great western writer, Louis L'Amour used trails in his writings so effectively in telling his stories of the taming of a new land, and of the people who traveled many trails in doing so. He even used the word, "Trail," or "Path" in the titles of several of his well-known books. ~Trail to Seven Pines, The Proven Trail, Crossfire Trail, Cherokee Trail, Ride the Dark Trail, Kiowa Trail, The Warrior's Path...~
A well-known trail here in the Ozarks is The Ozark Highlands Trail, which roams 218 miles through parts of seven counties in northwest Arkansas. It stretches from Lake Fort Smith State Park, across the Ozark National Forest, to the Buffalo National River. The trail passes through some of the most remote and scenic portions of the Ozark Mountains, such as the Hurricane Creek Wilderness Area. If only I were a little younger...
Then, there is a newly created trail right at my own back door, which came about when Nell and I were walking this trail late one day and found ourselves being serenaded by whip-poor-wills, one here, another over there...back and forth..."whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will...," or is it "chip-butter-white-oak, chip-butter-white-oak...?" Well, no matter, from this time on, this trail will be known around here as The Chip Butter Trail.
|Google Earth helped me with this rough sketch.|
|The climb up...|
|And up...(with Nell)|
|Almost to the top... (Nell is panting)|
|Along the trail earlier this spring...|
|Another earlier spring picture from the trail...|
|The Upper Pond (a favorite stop for both Nell and me)...|