Ahhhh, Arkansas. After several days of blowing around in the red Texas dust, we crossed into Arkansas with some trepidation. Neither of us had been there before, and, quite frankly, we’re tired and weary of the struggle to camp. The Fireball is dirty, we’ve got broken stuff, and our spirits are a little low. We want warmth, a bit of sunshine, peace, and calm.
Millwood State Park. Site 74. Best.campsite.ever. Our own swing on a spit of land extending into Lake Millwood. Picnic table. Fire ring. Hiking trails. Quiet. Sparkling clean bathrooms. $15.90 for the evening (water & electric). No neighbors at all.
We can hardly believe our good luck. A brief hike with Jezzy confirms the awesomeness that is Millwood State Park. Egrets. Birds everywhere. A half-dozen deer swimming from one island to the next in the lake. Smiling, helpful Rangers.
This is why we camp. This is what retirement is all about.
Camps like this are why we camp.