Floods, Family, and Fossils in Arkansas
By the time we arrived at my uncle and aunt’s house in Arkansas the skies had cleared to a very welcome blue. The hot sunshine and cool sharp wind made it hard to decide between shorts or puffy coats. Stan had acquired a funky odor so we opened all the doors in an attempt to dry him out while we caught up with the fam. My uncle suggested that we go to Roaring River State Park. This is where we had…