Blog 6 - Small World
Star Date - 26 May 2018
Distance - 322 miles / 526 kilometers
I awoke in my Branson hotel, raring to go and get on the road. I quickly was in Arkansas, riding the beautiful Ozark Mountains, on my way to Mena, Arkansas to ride the famous Talimena Scenic Byway. Beautiful stretch of road, the first overlook I stopped at, there must have been 300 Harleys on some organized ride. They had a support truck and all. I felt like all eyes were on me riding to the overlook on an import bike.
Unfortunately, all pics of the Talimena were lost during a data transfer from my iPad Pro to MacBook Pro. Luckily, I have some video footage I will be adding to this post at a later date.
But here's the interesting part of this thread. Talk about small world, what happened on this day still makes the hair on the back of my neck stand to attention. After I was done riding the Talimena, I started wondering where I'd stay for the night. I looked at my map and decided Broken Bow or Hochatown sounded like a good destination.
So, for the next couple of hours, I'm making my way south through Oklahoma. It was steamy hot, way too hot for a polar bear skinned Michagander. I was riding along when I spotted some trucks parked on an area next to a river. The only thing that crossed my mind was cool water. I stopped, and submerged myself in the water, then got back on my bike and rode away. Funny how great that dip in the water feels when you're riding through the hot air soaked. It was invigorating. Anything to cool off.
About 45 minutes down the road, I arrived in Hochatown, Oklahoma. I passed a few breweries thirsty for a cold cold beer. That's when I saw Hochatown Saloon to my left. I pulled in the parking lot, there was a black Hummer parked that looked like my best friends Hummer from Louisiana. I thought there's no way it's his, he lives 4 or 5 hours from here near West Monroe, Louisiana. About that time, my best friend walks around the back of the Hummer. I nearly dropped my bike in disbelief. It'd been about a year since I'd visited him in Louisiana. I quickly yelled, Bill. He looked up, I had my helmet on and he didn't recognize the bike, as I rode another bike down when I visited him and his family last. I yelled Bill, WTF are you doing here. Then he recognized my voice. We couldn't believe it. Talk about a small world. I'm 1,300 miles along in my trip, he's 4+ hours from home, and we run into one another at the Hochatown Saloon.
It was a Godsend. The reason being, it was Memorial Day weekend and places to stay even in campgrounds were hard to come by. I asked Bill WTF he was doing in Hochatown, he replied he was in town for his family reunion, they'd rented 15 homes in the area for all the family, and he insisted I stay at his rented house and party with them the rest of the weekend. Talk about **** house luck.
I was fed amazing catered BBQ and Mexican food all weekend and all I could drink. Most of the family are from Arkansas and Louisiana and they party like rock stars. I can't keep up with these people, but I did my best to try. What a great weekend, one I won't ever forget. I've heard I'll be invited to the next reunion in 5 years, wherever it may be, I'll be looking forward to it.
Here's Bill from when I visited him back in 2017 in Louisiana.
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