I had to leave them to their flight planning as I had to start my drive to Arkansas. But according to Bill, they were airborne at 12:45 pm. Our plan was to rendezvous in Clarksville, Arkansas. I knew the trip was real for me when I came to the large Welcome to Arkansas sign midway across the Mississippi Bridge (affectionately referred to as the Dolly Parton Bridge by locals). As you can see by the below picture, the rest of America was done driving after the Labor Day weekend hauls. The roads were wide open.
While I was driving through the Arkansas delta, Bill and Will diverted from I-40 and veered north to check out Heber Springs Lake. What would have taken me 2 1/2 hours to drive, only took them just over an hour flight. Below is a shot they took of the lake.
As I was rolling through the east side of Little Rock, I received a call from Will. Rendezvous plans had changed to Ozark, Arkansas (25 minutes beyond Clarksville - our original destination point). AND they were already there! I definitely felt like the tortoise even though this wasn't a race.
Ozark, Arkansas is a small rural town along the Arkansas River. Settled in 1836, it is one of the oldest towns in Arkansas. Do you know where the name Ozark came from? In my mind, I always thought it was a Native American word. But its not - its from the French words "Aux Arc" - meaning "at the bend". Learn something new every day. Both Bill & Will said the approach to the airport provided them with a spectacular view of beautiful countryside. That's the Arkansas River in the distance.
Bill & Will had waited about an hour and a half for me to arrive at the Ozark Franklin County Airport (an uncontrolled airport). There were only two tie downs available - one was already being used. So, they were glad to snag the remaining one and tie N20190 down for the night (plane on the left).
Tomorrow, God willing, we will cross another state line into my birth state of Oklahoma! We plan to leave the hotel and untie N20190 around 7 am. Here's to having another safe trip!







