At the end of September, I went to the Rally at the Rock in Combs, Arkansas. It’s a three-day gathering put together by the Arkansas Razorback Riders as their annual club fundraiser.
I took my old race trailer to camp in and arrived Friday afternoon.
Rick, a guy who I used to sometimes race with about thirty years ago, before he moved to Arkansas, put together a short ride for Friday afternoon. We headed south to Frog Falls. We passed the former Mountain Crest Academy on the way. It was constructed by the Presbyterian Church in 1917 to serve the rural mountain area. It was a boarding school with tuition costing one dollar per month. The first floor was classrooms and the second floor was a library and dormitory. It closed in 1931.
By the time we got to Frog Falls, two of the guys had flats. Rick had a bolt in his tire.
About half the group decided to turn back. Rick, with the bolt in his tire, kept riding with us. Soon, he told us to just go on without him. We got back just before nightfall. The others went to bed early, I enjoyed an evening by the campfire.
I took my old race trailer to camp in and arrived Friday afternoon.
Rick, a guy who I used to sometimes race with about thirty years ago, before he moved to Arkansas, put together a short ride for Friday afternoon. We headed south to Frog Falls. We passed the former Mountain Crest Academy on the way. It was constructed by the Presbyterian Church in 1917 to serve the rural mountain area. It was a boarding school with tuition costing one dollar per month. The first floor was classrooms and the second floor was a library and dormitory. It closed in 1931.
By the time we got to Frog Falls, two of the guys had flats. Rick had a bolt in his tire.
About half the group decided to turn back. Rick, with the bolt in his tire, kept riding with us. Soon, he told us to just go on without him. We got back just before nightfall. The others went to bed early, I enjoyed an evening by the campfire.