From Lake Chicot, Arkansas, our dancing cypress trees, and sunrise colors, we headed for Texas. Leslie did not have any idea what to expect in east Texas, or anywhere in Texas for that matter. I had great anticipation and delight as we headed off, as my past experiences in Texas with the Davis/Walker relatives have always been warm and welcoming. And little did we know we’d actually be in Texas for TEN days and nights, every one to have its own surprises, especially learning and experiencing the fabulous Texas State Parks system.
Good bye Lake Chicot.
Hello, Tater tots. Deep fried. How could I not?
We entered and settled in to Atlanta State Park, in Cass County, Texas, pleased to see the condition of the park, the campsites, the showers, and open spaces for hiking. And nearby Betty's Bait shop supplied us with ‘yard eggs’ (backyard free range chickens’s eggs) and canned ham and cookies.
Cousins Betty and Jean (Art’s first cousins on the Davis side) were at an appointment, so we used some time to drive out to Huffines Cemetery to check on the family. It’s a well-cared for and loved cemetery there in Cass County, with many generations of family there. We visited them for awhile, and flowered their gravestones.
Betty and Jean took us out for catfish dinners that evening, and on the way Betty had a treat for us: this little stone marker by the side of the road, by the big tree with the orange X painted on it. It marks the true ArkLaTex spot, where Arkansas, Louisiana, and Texas meet at the one corner on highway 77. You can find it on a map. So we could stand in three states at the same time. Sure, you say, how corny, but I know you would have done just the same thing. Those things tickle us all.
Great fried catfish, hush puppies, cole slaw, and banana pudding for dessert. And then, stuffed to the gills with gills, we headed back to our campsite to rest up for, get ready: the Cullen Baker Country Fair! Once a year, in Cass County, and we were there for it!
Stay tuned for the next Tales of East Texas.
Ya'll come back now an' read, ya hear?
Written in Silver City, New Mexico, at Ken and Allee's home. RJ
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