Last night ended in failure. I realized I was still 2 hours away from the Arkansas Headwaters Rec Area. Hopefully my reservation will be refunded. It was starting to get dark, the scenery spectacular, and the roads windy, so I stopped at the first campsite I could find. Cimarron Rec Area, or some shit. $12 a night! Can’t beat that.
All that while fighting off a biblical plague of insects. The next day, I talked to the rangers and they said it was the insect hatching night. Not sure if they were mocking me or not, but the bugs were voracious! Good thing I font have a pathological fear of anything with more than 4 legs.
As I was leaving, I saw this guy. He was riding towards the damn while I was tearing down my tent. His name is Rick Arnett…or maybe it was Scott. Either way, the guy is riding cross country. Virginia to San Francisco. And then up to Seattle…and then back!!!! Make my “epic” ride seem rather pedestrian.