The Rivers Wild

BACK TO MAIN Fishiest:  Dry Run Creek Baxter County, near Mountain Home Although people might quibble about what “fishiest” means—most fish, or most BIG fish—the cold water of Dry Run Creek has gotta be toward the top of most lists because along this ¾-mile stretch, from the Norfork National Fish Hatchery to the Norfork River…

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Holed Up

BACK TO MAIN Prettiest (and Most Accessible) Waterfall:  Falling Water Falls Pope County, near Smyrna Township In the middle of the Ozark National Forest, a dramatic 10-foot-high waterfall from Falling Water Creek spills into a pool of inky, blue-green water—which you can see from your car. (Make no mistake. There’s a reason why this stretch…

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Land O’ Lakes

BACK TO MAIN Best Place to Pitch a Tent. Or Two. Or Three: DeGray Lake Clark County, near Arkadelphia Whether your camping style involves pitching a tent on a patch of dirt or hooking up a tricked-out RV, DeGray Lake awaits on multiple fronts. With some 700 campsites dotting more than 200 miles of shoreline,…

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Last Word

To get to where we live, you take a county road that’s paved for 3 of its winding miles up a mountain before becoming gravel about half a mile from our acres. The house is a hundred yards or so off the road and is flanked by fenced pastures. Several goats we don’t own roam…

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Above the Fold

There’s a rhythm to it that’s hypnotic. Dab. Swoosh. Dab. Swoosh. Dab. Swoosh. With her paintbrush, she marks the shimmery yellow-gold paper with the darker brown-gold resin. With a quick flick of his blade (a Japanese razor I’m later told), he disperses her marks. She is Heidi Batteau, and he is Christian Batteau, and together…

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Big Dam Photo: Arkansas Highway 7

When there are storms, it’s electric. Fast-paced and frenetic, four or five cameras trained through the windshield of his car to catch the lightning, the rain, the funnels, whatever’s chucked out of the clouds and sent down to wallop terra firma. When you’re out there, Jesse says, chasing the storms, maintaining a semblance of order…

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Monticello

My history with Monticello goes way, way back. Like, four whole years, I think. I remember living in Italy, learning proper pronunciation by reading every street sign and billboard I came across aloud, then returning to Arkansas for a summer and wondering to myself as I traveled along Interstate 530, Where in the heck is…

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