Perhaps we put too much contemplation into this outing because if something could go wrong it did.
The difficulties began one week before the scheduled event when Darrell decided to check on our room reservations. Luckily Darrell is a cautious man. I go through life by the seat of my pants and would have said, "What's your worries? We made reservations, didn't we?" The man on the other end of the telephone line in Eureka Springs informed him his reservation had been cancelled. After some harsh words were spoken and the manager of the motel was contacted we were able to obtain our room.
Whew, that was a close call.
Then the morning of the day we were to leave I had a case of the shits. I was trying to come up with a gentle way to break the news to Darrell that the trip would have to be postponed a day so that my bowels could calm down, when the bathroom trips simply stopped.
Whew, another close call. The trip was still on as planned.
We had planned to stop on our way to Eureka Springs for a short visit with my sister and her husband who happen to reside right on the route and about half way to our destination. Due to a couple of unanticipated delays we did not arrive at my sister's home until 10 P.M. Tired but excited to see my sister, we sat up and chatted into the wee hours of the morning.
When we left my sister's I noticed that Darrell no longer seemed quite as excited about the trip. I thought it was from lack of sleep but felt certain his spirits would rise again once he was among his friends.
Wow, was I ever wrong this time. His problem was not from a lack of sleep, rather from a sinus infection. He tried not to show how miserable he was but it was obvious. He worried that I wasn't having fun and I worried that he was forcing himself to entertain me when he was much too sick resulting in neither one of us having much fun.
It was not a wasted trip. We still managed to have some really good moments. As they say, "Life is not measured by the breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away." The little town of Eureka Springs was jammed packed with corvettes, old, new and every color of the rainbow. Some corvette owners had spent thousands of dollars on specialty paint jobs. The cars themselves were exquisite pieces of art. Then of course there was the magnificent view of the Missouri and Arkansas rolling hills. Talk about breath taking! God's own paint brush always outshines man's attempt to copy His creation. The fall foliage had just started its annual color change. There was still a lot of green but what a glorious picture, blue skies, rolling hills covered in green, gold and orange trees, deep valleys sprinkled with ponds and lakes and lazy cattle grazing in the fields. Last but not least, surrounded by friends who care about us.
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