Day 5 of the Lark

Up early to pack up. 

Cuppas to go as we walked around the Bentonville Saturday market on the square. 

Then on the road to Little Rock. The drive was just beautiful, the view primarily of lush green hardwood forests. As far as the eye could see. 

This Lark was filled with great adventures in experiencing art, in gastronomical opportunities to try new tastes, in trail trekking, in laughter that knew no bounds. 

I think sometimes we forget to be silly. The penguin company, the sour apple cotton candy, and the joy in true playtime with a best friend have filled me beyond measure. 

This was a birthday lark to celebrate my coming 73rd birthday. I was feeling age-weary when I began the trip. I return feeling ever so much younger than my years.