I learned a new word this week.
solivagant: rambling alone; marked by solitary wandering
I learned this word from Leigh who posted about it on Focusing On Life's blog. You can go right here and read her post. I began to think about this word and how it perfectly describes me when I'm at my happiest; wandering alone.
My solivagant journey led me through one small Arkansas town, two cemeteries, and along the banks of a river. I'll show you a view things I found along my journey.
I found an acorn made of marble that was covered in lichen.
I found steps that went up and then went down.
I found my initial carved in stone.
I found a vintage water tank covered in rust.
I found a garden hidden away behind a historical building
complete with a vintage Case tractor.
I found a 1939 Ford truck.
I know this because Mr. H knows his Ford trucks.
I took this picture just for him!
I found a strange and ferocious door knocker.
I found Pole Man.
Anyone from Arkansas should take note of the very faded Razorback cap.
I found a delicious piece of coconut pie in a small country cafe.
I found a beautiful river that is known for it's rainbow, brown, and cutthroat trout.
Fishermen come from all of the world to fish in it's cold waters.
I found a wonderful old bridge, built in 1930, which takes you across the White River.
I found myself alone as I drove across the bridge.
I found to my right an old train bridge built in 1905.
I found myself having a delightful day.
You should try it sometime.
Just stop in a small town or park and go wandering by yourself.
It's pretty wonderful.