Fall in Arkansas

Last weekend we went to Arkansas. It was lovely, as usual. Much warmer than it should have been, but lovely. There was a fall festival in town, and it started with a 5k.

Here, Chris runs down Peppersauce Alley. Guess what they used to make and sell in Peppersauce Alley, back in the day? That's right, Contraband. You'll notice that no one is around Chris. That's cause he kicked butt. Except for the one butt of the guy that won. There went our gas money.


Leaving Peppersauce Alley, you cross a fairly old bridge that gives you a view of a really old bridge.

Following the race, the Lareau portion of the Sugg clan went up to Main Street in search of biscuits and gravy and received a bountiful reward for our efforts. We even got strawberry freezer jam to go with the biscuits. And word on the street is that Mrs. Clinkingbeard doesn't give that jam to just ANYone.


After the biscuits and gravy, festivities ensued. Mer got her face painted with glittery pink stuff and then zapped us repeatedly with her lavender spider ring. We all acted appropriately frightened.

Here, Meredith observes the very scientific method that the Calico Rock tweens use to make sure none of the ducks drop out of the duck race. This was fairly hilarious to observe. Thank goodness it WAS a warm day.

Happy girl with Papa.

We took a long walk Sunday morning, and got to observe a real live pumpkin in its natural habitat. My mom and I probably planted a total of 396 pumpkin seeds this year, and below you see the lone product of our efforts. But it IS a beauty.

And a little bit of local color for you. They don't really mean it. I know this because zillions of Chicagoans are retiring to the area, and war hasn't broken out yet.