April 9, Mountain Home.
Down from the lovely village of Mountain View we crossed the Ozark National Forest; dressed in budding spring it would be beautiful, in the early morning sunlight it was better than all the Expressionists in the world. I would have had a big Kodachrome postcard smile on my face had it not been for the nagging preoccupation of going up and down a mountain with a bad transmission and fifteen tons (and two kids) in the back.
Friday, April 09, 2010
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