The Mountains That Aren't

For the last several days I have been thinking about writing a blog post about one of my favorite areas in the world.  The problem with writing about “favorites” of anything is that that words don’t always measure up to the affection you have for your topic.

A year and a half ago, in a moment of “less than brilliant but slightly more than imbecilic” I decided to start a blog. In January of 2011,  I wasn’t yet aware that because of my blog, I would meet some people online that would become FRIENDS.   Yes, actual friends.

One of my early readers was young woman (way younger than me, but then….who isn’t?) named Jewell.  It turned out that Jewell and I share a similar sense of humor (you find that surprising that I have a sense of humor??), our disdain for moronic behavior, our interest in reading odd news stories, our sarcastic and cynical take on nearly any topic, …and the beauty we find in the area of the Ozarks.

I have done several posts in the past talking about times I have spent with my paternal relatives that live or did live in the Ozark Mountains. A couple of those are:   Do I Talk Funny? or Celebrating Life
Jewell has the good fortune to travel around the Ozarks taking pictures and  the added good fortune of being a very (I can’t emphasize this enough) VERY talented photographer. Her pictures bring me back to the region “in spirit” far more often that I physically get to go there for visits. 

She recently sent me some pictures from the area of Blanchard Springs, Arkansas.  Before I show you those, perhaps you are curious as to what the geographical area that is considered Ozarks and where Jewell went on her picture-taking excursion.

While some people refer to that area as Ozark Mountains, the region is actually comprised of a  dissected plateau that is surrounded by some small mountain ranges.  The bulk of the Ozark region is in southern Missouri and northern Arkansas.





Columbia Electronic Encyclopedia gives a fairly concise description of the Ozarks.

This is where Blanchard Springs is:

Most of the perennial springs in Arkansas with the largest flows are located in the Ozark Plateaus region. With an average flow about 150,000 GPM, Mammoth Spring in Fulton County has the largest yield of any spring in the state. Blanchard Springs can have a flow up to about 103,000 GPM depending on rainfall amounts.

The temperature is a constant, year-round 58°F (14°C). The limestone rock from which the caves and their formations developed was laid down in an ancient sea more than 350 million years ago. It remains a “living” cave in part because of the care given by visitors and the United States Forest Service. Living caves are ones in which slow metamorphosis due to minerals deposited by seeping and dripping water is still in process.

These are just too pretty for words.  By the way…Jewell has several web sites that carry her photographs.

Here is a quick link to Lenstripping Photography

And last but not least…one more thing that Jewell and I have in common.  Pictures of Old Mills. She takes them and I adore the pictures she takes.

How could you not love these reminders of a different time…sitting quietly unused for years.. This old mill has lost it’s wheel and stands alone in it’s solitary decay. 

Here is a poem to go with the old mill picture.

Those words are from “When You and I Were Young, Maggie”, written as a poem by George W. Johnson, a Canadian,  for his fiancee, Margaret “Maggie” Clark in 1820. George was a school teacher and Maggie was his pupil. They fell in love and became engaged but she contracted tuberculosis. Shortly after they married, Maggie passed away.