If I had to describe northern Arkansas, I would say that it’s a Gillian Welch album come to life, gorgeous and delicate, full of longing. At the same time, as we have previously established, I hate winding mountain roads. I still cannot stress to you how much I dislike them. I had already tired of driving so many that day and wondered how I managed to get anywhere in a reasonable amount of time at all. Through my grumblings, I managed to look upon the courthouse. The Art Deco screamed WPA, but it turned out I was only half right: it had been built by the National Youth Administration (which I had never heard of before), originally a division of the WPA until 1939. Since the courthouse was constructed from 1938-1940, I call it a half victory.
As for the cache, do you think I found it? Truth be told, it would have been a park and grab if it hadn’t been on the median of a street and would have required me to block traffic to get it. So I parked at City Hall and walked across the street to grab it. When you have a cache called “Reflect On It,” you really don’t have that many options of where it could be. With precisely zero fanfare, I did what had to be done and then set off again, this time headed for…
Geocaching While Black 