So it has been with some mirth that we’ve responded to inquiries about our holiday plans this week with a chipper, “We’re going to Arkansas!” And with even more mirth we began to pile up the incoming brochures and travel guides. They were ordered for us by my brother, who came up with the perfect home base for our Arkansas adventure: Devil’s Den.
There is actually more to recommend Devil’s Den that you might imagine, or more than I ever imagined, anyway, especially given the name. There’s the Ozarks, with plentiful hiking, and river activities, and even the intriguing possibility of a zip-line adventure. There’s also a nearby Civil War battlefield to visit, and somewhere in the vicinity are some presidential relics from the Clintons.
Of course, the biggest reason to visit Arkansas this week, is Texas. It’s a 14 hour drive from my house to my brother’s - not an impossible distance, but certainly a challenging one for our two larger families. It has been two years since I last saw my nephews and my niece is almost a year old without my having met her. So we agreed to meet up half way, and Arkansas was the ticket. If the only thing I get out of visiting Devil’s Den is a three-day-long game of Skip-bo with our combined 7 offspring, I will come home with glorious memories of Magnificent Arkansas.
And that could make me become a regular.
“Say of your brothers, ‘My people,’ and of your sisters, ‘My loved one.’ Hosea 2:1