This is the first in a series of short essays on the theme of “Invasions”
I’ll be posting. See backstory here… -Sarah White
By Kathryn Bush
In the mid-1950s, the United States Army Corp of Engineers built a dam on the White River to create Table Rock Lake. As the water rose, it covered the valleys of the Ozark Mountains. Towns, villages, eventually the eccentric “Coin” Harvey’s Monte Ne resort and settlement, roads and trees disappeared into the murky waters. The shoreline was long and winding as the water embraced the hills and dells of the foothills. Only the naked crown of drowned trees peeked out along the water’s edge.
Our family was only one of thousands who quickly snatched up the shoreline property. We, along with the children and grandchildren of neighboring vacationers, dove off the new boat dock to swim among the eerie trees. We thought nothing of fish nibbling at our swimming toes, nor repeatedly, the venomous Water Moccasin whose thick body, in waves, crawled its way across the surface of the water to raise its large triangular head to stare suspiciously through its vertical slits more closely at the invaders.