A-O-Buffalo!
Buffalo River-Here we come!
So, every April marks that time of year-our annual Buffalo River Trip. The Buffalo River is America’s First National River. It is there that each year we seek refuge; and only there, in the town of Yellville, Arkansas, that the cabins which were built by the Civilian Conservation Corp. back in the 1920’s replenish us with long overdue rest and relaxation and a sanctuary which nature alone can provide.
But although it has undoubtedly been one of Bruno and his sidekick, Daphne’s, favorite vacation spots, they have not been in what is coming up on three years. See, Bruno and Daphne unfortunately had been boarded the last couple visits. It had been Vinnie, one of their four sons, whom had overcome a brush with death (due to acute kidney failure) whom had trumped them. Being that my husband and I consider the Buffalo River- this pristine nature spot-a top ten on our “bucket list”-it had been Vinnie who had been the last two years, instead of Bruno and Daphne-until now.
So, who goes this year? You ask.
Bruno.
His sidekick, confidant, and amor fidelus-Daphne.
And, once more-Vinne.
Are we crazy? You ask.
The answer: Possibly.
So, tomorrow we head out four our four day adventure. And, I can’t wait.
As we prep to go, I am certain that Bruno can sense that several days filled with nothing but napping and eating and fishing and listening to the call of the wild are just around the corner.
My sun-worshipper boy, Bruiser Bruno ,with be able to take afternoon naps by the meandering river and his soul will be free as ever by the Buffalo River once more.