Another day, another taut travel thriller. Our bedroom at this Airbnb is always quiet and dark in the morning so no meteorology report in every post, except I was surprised to read in the weather app that today we were experiencing the remains of Tropical Storm Pamela, not that it was a big deal. Last trip was TS Fred, and he (it?) was a big deal. Just hoping one day it’s TS Chen [Galaxy Quest reference] that rains on our parade.
Today we journeyed to the bustling metropolis of Little Rock where MBH asked if I was going to call every driver who annoyed me “Arkansas”. No, not the ones with Texas plates I replied. We visited the Big Dam Bridge, Lost Forty Brewing for lunch, the MacArthur Military Museum (yes, that MacArthur – he was born there), and then an outlet mall. Ah, we ended on a sad note as malls are dying. But we hit a Bass Pro Shop and all was right with the world again. Mostly.
Yesterday we hit the easy button and stayed around the village. The day before we took a long scenic drive to Mount Nebo State Park where we hiked the rim trail which had non-stop fantastic views that kept my acrophobia tingling. Out west they would call the flat topped, ship shaped, steeply sided prominence a mesa, here it’s just another Mt.
Now it’s time to say so long until next trip!
