East Fork Wilderness backpack - March 2004

Are we in the wilderness now?

Do you hear the trucks passing in the night?

Yes - but I also hear the children playing along the long abandoned road on the far bank of this Ozark stream.

Four of us braved the spring weather to hike the East Fork Wilderness north of Russellville, Arkansas.

Entering on the upper reaches of the East fork of the Illinois Bayou we made our way down stream, past deer camps and old homesteads. The day was cloudy and humid, perfect for an afternoon thunderstorm. Along the way we saw evidence of lots of wildlife, deer and turkey must call this place home. The stream alternated between cascading over layers of bedrock and long emerald pools, some 6 ft deep. Huge rocks along the bank reflected into the still water as if a gateway to another world. Following old roads, lined by stone fences, we reached the mouth of Bear Creek about 2:30 and set up camp. A light drizzle sent us to the tents but soon faded. Each going our own way, some hiked up the canyon, others explored along the creek while some stayed in camp to read. Dinner and conversation around the fire ring lead to a good night’s sleep.

Dawn broke cold and sunny and a steaming cup of joe never tasted so good. The temperature rose quickly and by the time we got on the trail it was short sleeve time. The hike out was nearly all up hill, leading to the top of the ridge on the east, then following it to the eastern boundary of the wilderness area, about 3 miles from camp. The views across the valley where glorious, the wildflowers underfoot where miraculous in their understated elegance and bird song emanated from every hollow.

This wild treasure has been set aside to be as nature would have it. It was a joy to be a visitor in such a place.