Yesterday we had special plans, but woke up to rain. It had been raining for days, and we actually had put off this destination for a day hoping that things would dry out, but when we woke up yesterday morning, and found that the 0% chance of precipitation had turned into 40%, and it was raining all 40% at the time, we decided to go anyway. We had come this far, it’d be a shame to give up on it just because of a little water! So we drove through the beautiful woods of Arkansas…
We walked past their water park…while having to listening to plenty of not-so-subtle comments from my tribe lamenting the fact that it was closed for the season (never mind that it was about 55 degrees out!).
Emma said that she felt like she had a ‘hundred pounds of mud stuck to her boots’.
-but no worries – no boots were harmed in the search for the elusive gems – most are cleaner than when they went in -after being hosed off good!
The park has this great, raised, grated platform with multiple stations for rinsing off equipment, hands, and shoes. Since it is the off-season, and the nights have been pretty chilly, the water to the platform was shut off; instead, they had 2 hoses run to the platform, with sprayer nozzles, with good water pressure. Just right for spraying off mud caked boots…
the girls were such good helps, that by the time Daddy’s boots were clean, he was yelling, “just the boots! just the boots!” while SOME people (I won’t say who!) were standing by laughing hysterically!
Before long the rest of us ‘got it’ too, and we took our newly-cleaned but wet shoes back to the RV, stashed them underneath and out of the rain, and wore flip-flops back to the edge of the field where we left the flip-flops in a great heap.
Even though we didn’t find any diamonds (there are roughly 600 found per year, and that includes what the ‘regulars’, with their rented spaces full of volume-processing equipment, find), we did have a fun time playing in the mud.
Then on until we thought that he was content splashing in the puddles. He slipped right by us while we were standing around talking, and headed out to the field. Thank goodness he only got 2 steps out past the concrete (about 6 feet from where he was splashing…). This is how he felt about getting busted…
We ended up having a great time at Crater of Diamonds – maybe we will come back some day when we can actually sift the dirt to look for diamonds. Somehow, though, I think that it will be a let-down after our fun muddin’ adventure here!
We can now officially put on our Arkansas state sticker on the back of the RV – it’s lonely little outline was feeling a bit self-conscience surrounded by all those ‘visited’ states! A few more stops, then we heading out looking for ‘dry’ – the forest undergrowth here is gorgeous, but we are getting soggy!