The morning sun was burning through the mist as I traveled east on Highway 22. My guest, a fellow teacher from Idaho, was amazed as he saw the medieval towers and spires poking through the clouds. "A castle in Arkansas?" he asked in amazement.
The morning sun was burning through the mist as I traveled east on Highway 22. My guest, a fellow teacher from Idaho, was amazed as he saw the medieval towers and spires poking through the clouds. "A castle in Arkansas?" he asked in amazement.