Thursday, the biking started a little after 6am. Tom and Buster were already up. We said our good -byes and off I rode. The first five miles retraced the middle fork of the Black River. Yesterday, I had lunch at Johnson’s Shut -Ins State Park, through which flowed the East Fork of the Black River. The park was pristine and that crystal clear river kept adding more rafters and kayakers for a lazy afternoon down to the Lower Reservoir under the watchful eye of Lee Mountain. The park rangers were warning of a cub bear sighting.
Today, on my way to Centerville (pop.191), I crossed a 1000 foot Ozark knob and entered the west fork of the Black River Basin. I had breakfast at the Hummingbird cafe.
Actually, the sign just said Cafe and at first, thought I was entering into the first scene of “A Ballad of a Sad Cafe.” Two sisters with aging Ozark smiles offered a red viny booth with matching formica table top. They took my order in unison . “JEETJET?”
I watched them skedaddle back to the kitchen to make “granny licking good” flatcakes from scratch. With a rap on the cafe window, I heard two Bubba’ s say, “Heide Ho neighbor.” Actually, the Bubbas were two hummingbirds staring at me. Then, I realized that each booth had a feeder out side the booth window and all the Hatfields were raiding the Mccoy’s feeders and visa versa. They all had on the same uniform so it was difficult to decide which family was winning.
“You’ins, reckon they be all tore up and ornery if I was to give’m a piddley amount of sugar?” she chirped as the flatcakes landed on the table. I wanted to reply “Dern tootin,” but instead asked how often she had to refill the feeders?
The meal and entertainment were brilliant. Sorry, a flashback to my Wimbledon experience. On I rode to Eminence and the Ozark National Scenic Riverways, one more outdoor treasure.
The clouds were low and threatening but it did not rain. Without the harsh glare of the midday sun, the hills and valleys were rich combinations of blues, greens, and browns.
Route 106 kept roller coastering up and down . Below is horizontal scale of that region.
By mid afternoon large dangerous thunderstorms were nearby. I sat out one storm in Summersville as it exploded one mile to the north of me. I raced on to Houston and the Lazy L motel. The entire evening and on through the night, storm after storm thundered by. I was so grateful not to be in a tent and that after four days of biking my new bike had performed flawlessly.