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Nov. 5, 2006
Sunday held the promise of rain, and in the middle of the night as we made our way south through the Boston Mountains on the way to the Ouachitas, we drove through sheets of rain, lovely shining, beating rain. But since we were moving faster than the weather, soon enough and all too soon we had traveled out from under the storm front, and in all the dry hours we spent rambling up and down Crooked Creek that morning hoping that we would see water falling from the sky, not a single blessed drop of rain fell.

The Back Light photo is from a foggy morning on the Buffalo last year.