While we didn't ride this exact route (due to some monster mud holes), we generally rode forest roads from Natural Dam (left end of pink) to Oark, Arkansas (right). There's NO "Z" in Oark, believe it or not.
Yes, I know I told myself I'd never haul this much gear again, but here's my little mule on the way up from Houston to Arkansas (about 480 miles to the meeting point).
With all that camping gear, we wussed out and stayed in some VERY nice "camper cabins" in Devil's Den State Park on the first night. All the comforts of home (except for sheets on the bed and a private bathroom).
Devil's Den State Park, right outside our cabin.
A little frost on the pumpkin (I mean gas tank).
A buck, thinking about rutting, in Devil's Den State Park. Not sure who was more startled, him or me.
Big rocks along the way.
Super Dave, showing his riding skills on some quiet forest road.
Super Dave showing off his patience again, in a very bad location to be throwing a tantrum.
Super Dave threw his leg over the bike a little too energetically (after tantrum in previous pic) and almost went over the bridge siding. I had to drop the camera and save him.
White Rock Overlook. A pretty cool place to take a break.
Steep cliffs all around White Rock Overlook.
What peanuts??? I'm not stealing your danged peanuts. Must have been the squirrels.
Real camping finally, at Mulberry Mountain Lodging, right on the Pig Trail (highway 23).
Morning at Mulberry Mountain Lodging campsite.
"Just a little further back...maybe 4 feet". At White Rock Overlook.
See, this is how you avoid tantrums and stay calm on this bridge.
Have I got more gear now than when I started? What's up with that???? Along the Mulberry River at some campsite we found on the day after we needed it. Too late now.
Those Arkansas crop dusters sure do fly high! They never let up the entire trip.
Some bridge we didn't cross. Super Dave was afraid the side rails were too low for one of his re-mounting procedures.
The apparently famous Oark Cafe. Did you know that Super Dave likes to gas up every time he sees a station? He kept saying, "I don't need no stinking gas gauge!"
Some of the best ride-to-eat food I've ever had in my life. It's worth the ride, but use the highways, since the forest road coming from the west has muddy potholes deeper than my little mule can handle.
This is the funniest vending machine Super Dave's ever seen.
If you squint, you can see that's me taking a break in St. Paul and a little snack shack...had great hamburger steak special. Time to head for home!