Cowboy Jack and I went out and around, looking at some pretty houses on woody ravines, McMansions (yuck) in gated communities, and a few disasters for which Jack apologized. The sun came out for a while and burned off all the fog, making it much more enjoyable to ride around and see where I was going. Hub checked in from time to time. He was having a good day on the job, learning the ins and outs of the corporation and hanging out with his boss, who he said, is a lot like him. That scared me a bit, but when the boss has a temp come in to clean up his desk and files, I heaved a sigh of relief. Neatness is not one of my darling's strong points.
One house we visited was supposed to be vacant, but we found two giant schnauzers guarding the place and we had a devil of a time getting in. There was definitely someone living there, as the fridge was stuffed with food and toiletries scattered on the main bath. The dogs were great once they figured out we were not going to do any harm and they appreciated us letting them out to relieve themselves.
We ate at an Italian restaurant (See honey? There really are Italians in Arkansas!) and afterward had a meeting with Cowboy Jack at his office to gather info and talk logistics. Tomorrow I will be out again with Jack and Hub will be back at it at the HQ. At least there is some semblance of "normal" returning to this trip. Oh and people that live in Arkansas are called "Arkansans" not Arkansonians like I thought. Although I did learn that some people dont say AR-kan-saw, the say ar-KAN-zis, and that too, is correct.
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