I’m still heading South on day three of my cat-return adventure. Neither my wife nor I have killed the other one yet (usually our disagreements are based on navigation), but there’s still some trip to be had.
Yesterday afternoon had me exploring the diamond mine in Murphreesboro, Arkansas, and overnighting there. Sometimes when you see those television shows touting tourism destinations, you watch the show, and think “I’d like to got there sometime,” and you’re excited when you finally get do do it.
And then reality hits. All of a sudden you go from thinking you might be like Indiana Jones, and find out it’s actually closer to being on the chain gang.
Here’s the hole I managed to dig while I was at the diamond field, as I found the sand had the consistency of cement. On a 95° day it’s a little less than ideal. Think of it much like the climate of the Badlands except add 100% humidity.
I was bound and determined to stick it out, after the kids thought they might enjoy the water park at the entrance of the diamond field a little bit more. I managed about an hour to an hour and 20 minutes before diamond-less, I finally threw in the trowel.
I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy it…. but I think next time I might pick a day where the temperature is at least down in the 70s or 80s.
As opposed to yesterday’s sweat fest, I’m hoping today to end the day a bit more leisurely in Pensacola, Florida, where the most strenuous thing I’m going to do is to find someplace to eat an animal that originated in the ocean.
It is a vacation, after all.