Pool | Fairfield Bay, AR | September 2019.
Travelogue #2 | What’s a vacation without a swimming pool? We savored a cool dunk most evenings, but my brother also used the pool as a data bank. He picked the brains of fellow swimmers — many were local residents — about living in North Central Arkansas. (Low-cost housing, tight-knit community.) Inexplicably, after just one dip, the waistband of my 34-inch swim trunks exploded to 52 inches. Elastic fatigue? Much of my subsequent pool time was spent avoiding indecent exposure and pondering the Universe’s extra-large warning: “This could be you after a week of catfish and hushpuppies.”
The best thing about this poolside lounge chair (aside from its classic lines) is that it’s empty. No crowds after Labor Day.
[My brother Scott and I rendezvous each autumn in the Arkansas Ozarks. We fish, hike, eat, explore and talk too much about things nobody else cares about.]