There are days that will stay with you for the rest of your life. Well, we had one of those yesterday. On our way to Johnny Cash's Boyhood home, we were running on Arkansas Highway 14 coming out of the Ozark mountains. Doing about 70mph once we dropped down into the Arkansas Delta, chasing crop dusters or they were chasing us. It was the coolest thing riding with those planes. Started waving at one and it turned and flew right over the top of us. Then turned around and flew beside us. Then went in front of us all while running 70mph through fields of rice.
This was a great ride that shook the soul. I live for these days. This was a great trip back home. After spending the last few days riding around the Ozarks we wanted to make a quick trip back. But after looking at the map I saw Johnny Cash's Boyhood home off of Arkansas Highway 14. So we decided to take a detour. It would add about a couple hours to the trip back home. It turned out to be well worth it.
The boyhood home of Johnny Cash is the most complete story of a public figure growing up that I have ever seen. The state of Arkansas did a great job on this one. Dyess Arkansas was a complete success in helping depression era families make their own way. Who says government can't do great things. Gave families 40 acres a house and a barn. The Cash's paid off their farm in 10 years. 
So we drop out of the Ozarks on Highway 14. Then have to make our way back up to the Interstate 155 bridge following US highway 61 North. Stopped for a great lunch at the Wilson Cafe. The first time that I have had Crawfish and Grits a great meal. Now it's time to go home. We ride on Interstate 55 but exit at Cooter to make the cut over to the 155 bridge. We ride on 155 until Dyersburg then it becomes an all too familiar ride back to Clarksville following Tennessee Highway 104 and US Highway 79. We make it home for Terri to make her Quilt Guild meeting. All I can think about is riding with Crop Dusters.
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