Every horror movie you’ve ever seen has been inspired by Arkansas. Dense forest line the highway as a misty fog rolls in over the fields between trees. Even when the sun is high, parts of these forests are forever in shadow. Cemetaries pop up along the road like pimples on a teenager. Around every bend is a patch of land decorated in tombstones, rising from the ground marking the dead who could have possibly lived or died in the Civil War. We went through Arkansas to view the Diamond Mine, but arrived too late to actually mine for diamonds. Yet we took a a cheesy picture anyways, because sometimes that is how memories are made.