The Arkansas River, to be specific. (Presumably not the one where that rude Neil Young shot his baby).
Sometimes pronounced ar-KAN-sas, the official pronunciation is AR-kan-saw, according to a state law passed in 1881. What happens if you break that law? And how embarrassing would that be to explain to your cellmates?
The Big A is a mighty river that travels west-to-east through the Plains for about 1,500 miles, which makes it the sixth longest river in the U.S.
The river’s source is here in the Arkansas River Valley. It flows from its glacial womb high in the Rockies along its far journey to the Mississippi and, eventually, the Gulf of Mexico.
Escaping its ice-bound beginnings, the water is at its feisty free-flowing best right here. What fun to walk along the undeveloped banks and witness the melodramatic momentum of its cold, clear course.
After a while, as I watch and listen to the water’s rumble and roar, one thought begins to dominate: I really have to pee!
The wildflowers, though still lovely, are dwindling.
As always, big ham Mt. Princeton steals the show.
In other news, by sheer dumb luck, I’m happy to learn that I’ll get to view a small slice of the nation's largest professional road cycling event. The U.S. Pro Cycling Challenge will sweep right through the middle of town during Thursday’s Stage 4.