A run-in with an Arkansas redneck shortly after crossing the border unofficially kicked off the festivies this year. (Scroll down for all the details!) I've got lovely photos of Siloam Springs, Eureka Springs and Fayetteville to show off, including lots of personalized stuff with Keema, Rhonda (known as "Precious" on the forums) and Kansas Kelly. In the adjacent photo, Kelly bought four razorback pig noses in Eureka Springs and isn't that such a cute photo? :)

Below are some of the best Arkansas pictures I took, but be assured a lot more pictures are coming!

To everyone who helped make this weekend as enjoyable as it was (including Kansas Kelly, Keema, Rhonda, Kansas Kelly's family and others), I want to say thank you! All of you were super Arkansas friendly!

Love, Steve :)

Run-In With Arkansas Redneck at State Line!

Arkansas! I begin this pictorial with Kelly and I reaching the Arkansas border at interestingly, the "three corners" monument, where the borders of Oklahoma, Missouri and Arkansas all meet! Also, note the historical marker sign for the "three corners monument" was humorously pointed towards a really beat-up trailer home with loads of cars beside it. (Picture #3) Once in Arkansas, I began taking pictures of homes with loads and loads of scrap heap cars and other junk as seen by the two bottom pictures. Well, a couple of miles in, a truck was tailing us and Kelly pulled over. The truck stopped, the passenger side window rolled down, and a toothless guy with no shirt firmly requested that we do not take any pictures of his home. He said, "People always take pictures of my home and I'd like to know why." Ha ha ha ha! Goodness! Uh, could it be because you had about 60 beater trucks and other crap in your yard and people like me are amazed by that?! Well, I did speak up but I only said I was a tourist and apologized. Then he pulled ahead of us (to allow traffic behind him to pass) and pulled over again signaling that he wanted to talk more with us. However, Kelly wisely got back on the road and BOOKED IT out of there. The shirtless guy actually got out of his truck and was walking towards the middle of the road. Who knows? Maybe he was drunk. Regretably, everything happened so quickly that I didn't think to take a picture of the guy, just like the tour guide we met earlier in the day in Fort Scott, Kansas. Ah well! :(

Some of the Best Arkansas Festival Pictures! :)
(Keema, Rhonda, Myself & Kelly in Eurerka Springs)

Precious, Keema, Kelly and myself met in Eureka Springs on Saturday. Eureka Springs is a touristy town in the hillsides of the Ozark Mountains, with many quaint and historic buildings in the downtown walking area.
Look! I bought an Arkansas flag! For one weekend, I was very... Arkansas Proud!
Keema danced and goofed around in the rain during a short but turbulent rainstorm! :)
We visited an Arkansas-themed gift store and Kelly graciously bought four Arkansas razorback pig noses for us to wear. Go Hogs! :p)
We stopped by the "Christ of the Ozarks" monument. Um, doesn't Jesus look Japanese and don't you think he looks either stoned or bored out of his mind as he looks out on the vistas of the Ozarks?! :p)
An Arkansas hillbillie plays the guitar in downtown Eureka Springs.
Earlier in the morning, Kelly and I met with Keema at a Village Inn in Fayetteville. I got a picture of this waitress who was wearing an Arkansas Razorbacks shirt because the football team was playing that day. (The Razorbacks beat Missouri State 49-17! Go Hogs!)
Back at that Arkansas store, check out this funky red plastic Razorbacks hat I wore! People in Arkansas wear stuff like this at Razorback sports events! :) Keema proudly held a Razorback decal sticker and SIGH! ... Oh how I wish I had that bright red Razorback neon sign at my place!!!
Rhonda happily played with my long hair while relaxing on a balcony restaurant at a downtown Eureka Springs hotel.

My Telling of "The Story Of The Golden Goats Milk"

	As part of the ColoradoGuy Festival tradition, I told "The Story of the Golden Goats Milk". Here are links to previous festivals: 2004 Festival, 2003 Festival
	Um, I'm wasn't sure if I was scaring Rhonda at the beginning of the story, but eventually she thought it was funny! ;)