September 3, 2018 | 15 min read by Nat Sanders As is often true of Fridays, my family is in a rush (manic and hurried) to pack and leave the city for the forest. After an hour and a half of five o’clock interstate traffic and slow two-lane stints behind tractor trailers and farm trucks, we arrive worn and frayed at the entrance to the Ouachitas. For me, this moment, this right turn off the
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