Day 6: Eudora to Dumas. 58 miles. The sharp-eyed will notice that the Brooks Saddle is back in favor. Three days
on the Terry was enough to remind me why I bought the Brooks in the first place. I still have one more day to decide.
But I am leaning Brooks.


The scenery was the same as yesterday and tomorrow. And it was really hot--topping 100 degrees by the time I finished riding.
The wind was almost straight out of the west--which helped cool me off, but didn't really help me along.


The coolest thing today was Lake Chicot and the appropriately named village of Lake Village. Another ox-bow lake from
a Mississippi River course change.



And there were shenanigans.


After the lake, back to the usual scenery.


A brief moment of excitement. Someday there will probably be a gas station here. Buy your land now!


I arrived in Dumas at about 2pm. Linda and I drove out to the Arkansas Post National Memorial to see what all the fuss
was about. Turns out the fuss ended here about 150 years ago. This used to be a town.


It was really hot, so we drove back to the motel and later went out for Mexican. It was still hot. It's still hot.
This is a swamp we passed on the way Tomorrow is Linda's last full day with me on this trip.