The neighborhood Master Naturalist was recently posted to the desert southwest fighting invasive plants. She took this photograph in the San Andres Mountains of southern New Mexico showing the yellow poppies in bloom.
I always enjoy visiting the library in Berryville, Arkansas. I more often use the Carnegie Public Library in Eureka Springs as it is my hometown library, but today I was looking for a particular book that wasn’t available there. So, as I already had business across the river, I stopped in. Browsing, I glimpsed out of the corner of my eye the Bible and the Lord of the Flies displayed together. Some part of my brain apparently tried to determine the common denominator to have these books together and when it failed, I found myself standing at the display. Turns out they are both books that are frequently banned.
Perhaps memory fails but I thought the street sign at this location used to read “Pinkly” Lane. I’d noted the misspelling of the local surname with disapproval for decades. Today while traversing the fair city of Berryville I noticed this replacement sign has corrected spelling.
The other morning in town I stopped at the bakery next to Harts. Walking up to the counter I passed a tall gentleman wearing a blue ball cap that said, “NCIS Eureka.” While ordering one of those ham and cheese deals that tastes so good, I started wondering about the hat. While ordering stuffed muffins to hand out to the kids, I decided I would ask the tall man where he had acquired the cap and wondered if I might mention to him that my father had worked for the precursor organization to NCIS for several years. The man had been standing next to the tables where locals frequently gather for morning coffee and conversation, but he was gone when I turned around. Exiting the air conditioning into the humid warmth, I scanned the sidewalk and parking lot knowing that the overwhelming odds were that he was just a fan of the popular television franchise and not a retired special agent or whatever, but I wished I could have made sure.
Black Bass Lake is the old city reservoir of Eureka Springs, Arkansas.
These buildings and signs are reminders of this pretty little lake’s history.
The old crumbling rock dam is an interesting sight.
I followed the trail that hugs the lake for nearly a mile.
It is a pretty hike with several interesting features, including this spring.
I enjoyed looking at the trees during my jaunt. Notable were several majestic mature cedars of surprising height. I also spotted this crooked tree.
There were a couple of well maintained foot bridges across dry creeks that returned me to my point of beginning. I’ll have to return when the water is running.
We recently had opportunity to enjoy a short visit to Woolly Hollow State Park near Greenbrier, Arkansas in the foothills of the Ozarks. The 440-acre park is spread across more of a valley than a hollow (to my eyes) but was picturesque country nonetheless. I assumed that the name Woolly had some connection to sheep, but I was wrong. Instead, it is the surname of a pioneering family that came to the area from Tennessee in the early 1850s.
A highlight of the park is the rustic and historic Woolly Cabin.
Since the summer season was over, some activities at the state park were curtailed. For instance, the swimming beach on 40-acre Lake Bennett was closed and deserted, as was the snack bar. The lake also has a marina with boat rentals. We did spend a few minutes perusing the small gift shop in the park’s headquarters building shortly before it closed for the day. Had we more time we could have enjoyed the many miles of hiking trails available or spent the night in the campground.
Rested up from my earlier jaunt to Gosford House, I return to Scotland for another look around. I start out in a village in Fife called the Coaltown of Wemyss looking for the road that would lead me to Wemyss Castle. Below is an aerial shot of the area. Isn’t it lovely? Click on it and it will enlarge.
The main road through the Coaltown of Wemyss is the A955. I follow it looking for a turnoff to the south that might lead to the home of the current Wemyss of Wemyss. This small road looks like a good candidate. As you see, it is a beautiful day. Perhaps I can stop and ask the person with the dog for some directions.
I make the mistake of trying to read the map and drive at the same time and come a bit too close to the black dog. I find myself wanting to drive on the right side of the road, like in the Ozarks, when I should be on the left. Embarrassed after swerving to miss the dog, I do not stop to ask directions from the gentleman out for a leisurely walk.
I was looking at the map because I wanted to know the name of this small road. I still am not sure what to call it, but it is a nice drive through the grounds of the Wemyss Estate with the sheep and pastures. I wonder if they get a good price for the wool.
I follow this for nearly half a mile when I reach a fork in the road. I take the one more traveled and come to a collection of stone buildings.
Or as seen from above.
Although I see some impressive stonework, I don’t think I have found the castle. Instead, I think it is the outbuildings involved in the estate’s farming operations.
I do notice the swans, a symbol of the Wemyss family.
My exploring triggers an uncomfortable sensation of trespassing and I think I should probably head back the way I have come. When I turn I see a quaint cottage and what may be as beautiful a tree as I have ever seen.
Maybe I am a bit disappointed that I haven’t found Wemyss Castle, but at the same time I realize it is a private residence and perhaps I have snooped around enough. I can always look at photographs of it on the internet. I follow the road back toward the Coaltown of Wemyss.
I pass a row of pretty cottages and wave at the man and his dog and turn back onto the A955 and continue my journey.
As you know, travelling to Scotland from the Ozarks is quicker and cheaper via Google Earth than actually going there in person. Today I had the inclination to check in on the 13th Earl of Wemyss at his Scottish home of Gosford House. I’m told the new Earl actually lives in England, but I was more in the mood to see Scotland. Gosford House and the 5,000 acre estate are located about 20 miles east of Edinburgh. When I arrived at the closed gate, I realized I wasn’t getting in today.
The Earl of Wemyss is not to be confused with the Wemyss of Wemyss located at Wemyss Castle. Wemyss Castle is located just across the Firth of Forth from the gate of Gosford House. Turning around, I can look out across the Firth of Forth (where the River Forth drains into the North Sea) and see the distant shore of the Kingdom of Fife. Look at that glowering sky. Click on the image below to see it larger. Go ahead, try it.