Congrats to Skolotoi for FTF.
It seems we have a big void between Huntsville and Fayetteville
that need more caches so I am doing my part. Glad you enjoyed the
cache.
As anybody knows who read my Collier Yoes cache, my Father moved
my family from Phoenix Arizona to Winslow Arkansas. We lived there
for less than a year and Dad decided that 50 cluckin' chickens
wasn't enough. HE decided that he wanted to raise chickens for
OTHER people to eat. So we moved here to the middle of nowhere.
While we were waiting for the house we would eventually move into
to get finished we moved into a little, tiny 3 room house. So
nooowww, we were the ones with the "New 2 seater toilet".
To top it all off, instead of getting the propane tank and all
the stuff that goes with that (like cooking stove) Mom decided that
she wanted to see if she still knew how to use a WOOD
cookstove!!!!! So on top of the culture shock of the move from
Arizona to Arkansas, now we were using things that I had only seen
on TV before and had made fun of other people for having. And the
joke about hauling water for miles uphill???? That was no longer a
joke for us. WE now had to haul water from a little well down at
the creek, up to the house. Not to mention the aformentioned
chickens that we had to raise. I thought chickens to eat were
raised in little saran wrapped styrofoam, was I in for a surprise.
(And yes, I still had my cow that I had to milk).
Well, my sister and brothers and I did a LOT of exploring around
these parts. South of this cache in a large field, there is a green
apple tree, (Mom spent a fortune on pepto bismol, we thought it was
cool to eat those apples that we never saw grow on trees
before.)
There are also three ponds that I think nobody has seen since
the early 1900s. We would go fishing and catch what little perch
were there just for something to do.
Fortunately, we only had to stay in that house for a couple of
months, (just long enough to plant a big ol garden, for crying out
loud, isn't that what the produce section in the store is
for???)
This is where I had my first encounter with a bear. While my Mom
and I were in the chicken house late at night my Dad heard
something and got worried about us. He came out to check on us and
we went to investigate. Dad just had a 22 shotgun but we never
thought we would run into what we did. We were chasing something
that we thought was only a small thing. This SMALL thing turned out
to be a bear. It didn't take long to figure out that the 22 wasn't
going to be enough and we suddenly decided that we had something to
do in the house. And that was where we stayed. If that bear wanted
to hang out at the house, he had full reign.
So there was my full initiation to the Arkansas way of life.
Fortunately we weren't there long and we all survived.
The covering on this cache is probably only temporary since I
did not have time to do what I wanted to, but it is still camoed
pretty good.
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Enjoy the cache.