While I photographed a spectacular sunrise, my tent blew into the river. It was soaked but I got the picture and the tent dried on my way to Greenville. More engine trouble, I changed the sparkplugs, did this and that, and the engine finally went out again at the mouth of the Arkansas River. I then decided to switch to my other engine, which is a hard job for one man. First, I took a picture of the Arkansas.
Tall sandbars mark the spot where it enters the Mississippi.
Ark. It's probably 200 river miles to my childhood home where we hunted, fished, camped, and had sandbar parties. It was a great neck of the woods to grow up in. Well, back to drifting down the river with motor problems. I looked up on the bank, a mile below the mouth, and saw a bunch of trailers and a man on a four-wheeler. Help with moving the motors.