We rolled into a funky motel, several miles off the interstate deep in the Ozarks around 1 a.m. We were on the road a few hours later just halfway between 6 and 7 in the morning. In around and hour, we were on empty, no cell phone service, with no idea where exactly the Arkansas high point was, I mean we knew it was Magazine Mountain, it just turned out that Magazine Mountain was the name of the entire state park not the exact high point. We passed a road that we thought led to the trail head because we were, aforementioned, on empty. A few miles on we reached a gas station, that didn’t open til 10. I could not bear to wait 2 ½ hours so we pressed on, hoping that there would be an open gas station before we ran out. Miles and miles passed with nothing but trees and the occasional road kill. We did pass a turtle in the middle of the road that hadn’t been hit yet, but we couldn’t stop to help him across the road because of our own fuel distress.
Finally after making up and over Magazine Mountain and out of the park we pulled into Johnny’s One Stop and refueled. Skye was ready to skip the Arkansas highpoint and head straight to Atlanta. Of course I would not hear of such a thing, mostly because I had no intention of making this diversion again. So be headed back up the mountain, picking up the turtle, who still was in the middle of the road waiting to get squashed and dropping him off on the other side of the road. We went all the way back to the trail head we passed earlier, only to drive down a rut filled road to find that was definitely not the way to the high point. Back in the car back up the hill, I mean mountain, to the ranger station and solid intel on the location of the high point. Up at Signal Hill, not Magazine Mountain was our goal.