The Ozarks are filled with wildflowers, like these
blue and purple bachelor's buttons.
The White River, looking at the confluence of the Buffalo River
in the distance, just right of center. Click to enlarge.
In building the dam and flooding the valley for Bull Shoals Lake, the workers had to laboriously move the remains of those that had called the valley home. At least seven family cemeteries and 20 large cemeteries had to be carefully relocated. In spite of how much the waters and dam project would bring to the area, it would cover, perhaps forever, the places they had called home. One of the facts of life in the valley was always the White River. To get anywhere on the other side of the river, to even just cross the river for the day, the ferryman was a critical part of life. In their lives, money was not as plentiful as other things they could barter, so it was not uncommon for a chicken to serve as the ferry toll. Often, the ferryman would be asked to just trust them for the toll, and a sign posted by one ferryman told his experience with that. The sign read,
“As man to man is so unjust,
And I know not in whom to trust,
As I have trusted to my sorrow,
You pay today, I’ll trust tomorrow.”
Our last sunset this trip on the White River.