Wild in the Hollow: the Buffalo Edition

*There’s a hidden link, a secret message in today’s piece. Can you find it?

Amber birthed a book into the world, and worn to raw nubs from all the work, work, work, our family took a drive down into the hollow–the hollow of the Buffalo River, to be exact.

River sluices were made for crawfish and boys. My boys took to them like crawfish, scooting through on hands and feet.

They crawl to the big rock, the rough-hewn gem in the center of the diamond pool. There’s a freedom hiding between rock a...