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Something Lives At Jackman Trail 01
One Saturday night three friends, Marc, Eric and Forest, and myself were out trying to find something to do, preferably a party where we could meet some girls. We decided to head down to Jackman Trail, as this was a typical party spot. Before moving on I do have to note that none of us had been drinking and we never did drugs.
Jackman Trail is a small, rocky beach along the banks of the Saline River in Arkansas. This beach just so happened to be nestled about 100 feet under a freeway overpass which made it isolated enough for the local youth to use as a party hangout. The road to Jackman Trail is kind of spooky but we never really paid attention to it. It’s a single lane dirt road lined down each side by thick pines. It was so narrow that if you met another car while driving, one of you had to pull off the road to let the other person pass. This usually involved one car having to drive in reverse to either Jackman Trail or the entrance to the unnamed dirt road that led to the beach.
