Thursday, May 10, 2012

On to Eureka Springs

Since the car museum in Hardy was closed Mondays and Tuesdays, as well as any other interesting attractions in town, we decided to head west.  
Let me say that the trip to Hardy was in no way wasted:  We were in a part of the country we seldom see. We went through West Plains, where many years ago, on a vacation trip that took us to the Georgia gulf, we took our eight-year-old daughter to the emergency room because of a poison ivy reaction that turned to impetigo while we were on the road.  Not a good memory, but a memory, just the same.  When we entered Arkansas, we came to the town of Mammoth Spring, which triggered a memory because it was the birthplace of the only boy friend I ever had besides Cliff.  It was his home town, and Cliff and I discussed whether he and his wife might be living there now and whether there were still any Armstrongs there.  David would be retired, and he used to love his home town.  Of course, a lot of things have changed since 1965, so who knows.  We saw a state park right in town and thought it might be a place to camp, but there were no camping facilities available and we went on to Hardy.  It's probably for the best, because I wouldn't have had such a good blog entry yesterday if we had stayed in any other town.  
Usually when we're in Arkansas, we go to the Hub Motorcycle Resort and head out on scenic rides in fairly isolated parts of the state.  This time we kept to the main thoroughfares, not freeways, but major highways.  One thing about traveling the busier roads is that you see how various people live, which is always interesting whether it's two miles down the road from home or in another state.  Cliff said Arkansas folks must really be rough on their transmissions, because it seemed there was a transmission repair shop every couple of miles.  Body shops were also as thick as fleas on a stray dog's back.
Our destination was Eureka Springs, which is a large enough tourist attraction that there was bound to be something of interest going on there.  We ate the last of our chicken salad in Harrison and arrived in Eureka Springs, watching for a place to camp and hoping to somehow find fuel for our Coleman stove and a container to transport it (or a piece of tubing so Cliff could suck some fuel out of the motorcycle gas tank).  As we drove through the outskirts of town, we noticed that at least half the motels were advertising rates anywhere from $36 to $39.  
"Cliff," I said, "we had to pay twenty bucks to stay at a campground last night.  I'm thinking a motel at these prices is a real bargain."  
He agreed.  
We normally shun motels because they are priced out of our budget.  We are also terrified of getting bedbugs; Cliff had a co-worker whose home got infiltrated by the little blood-suckers because of a night spent in a motel.  If you ever read what is involved in getting rid of bedbugs in your home, you will have nightmares.  Yes, I would rather sleep on the ground that have to deal with bedbugs.  But we agreed to get a cheap motel room, inspecting it carefully before accepting it, because we were really tired.  Cliff even agreed to finance a couple of meals out from his tractor fund!  That way we wouldn't have to locate and buy fuel for our empty camp stove.  
Once this was decided, we headed for the historic downtown to browse through some shops.  It makes me a little angry that you have to pay $5 to park anywhere near this area.  In fact, we did not do that; we put quarters in a parking meter and walked through a couple of shops.  We are not big shoppers for trinkets, but one place had some interesting little overpriced souvenirs, so I took pictures.  Oh, and in another one, I bought a biker vest!


the front of my vest
"Born to be wild" probably does not describe me, but I like the saying anyhow.  

The back of my vest
Probably the only two of these slogans that fit me are "Love to ride" and "Life is Good".  Truth is, I bought this because: yes, I did like it; and it was only $29:  there is always money in my Dave Ramsey clothing envelope, so Cliff didn't have to hit his tractor fund for it.  More about Eureka Springs in the next entry.

11 comments:

  1. I like your biker vest. It will come in handy I'm sure. There is a biker bar not far from where we camp and we do go there to eat occasionally as they have great food. I love to see the outfits they all wear. They have loads of bikers stopping there all the time. Lots of groups travel through the country roads.

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  2. The trip sounds like it is improving so far. I like the vest too!

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  3. Anonymous9:58 AM

    I love the vest. Sounds like you had a good time on your mini vacation.

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  4. When we were living in Branson we went down there a few times. I think I would have enjoyed it more if I wasn't already living in a tourist town to start with. I could probably go down there now and enjoy it alot more than I did back then. A very fun little town.

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  5. I LOVE Eureka Springs. Glad you sprung for the cheap motel and got a good night's rest after that TRAIN debacle. The vest is AWESOME. And what a bargain. Thanks for taking me along on the ride. Having FUN so far. Where are we headed next?

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  6. I too like your biker vest. I think it's so neat the way you and Cliff always figure a way to deal with whatever comes you way. Hope the room and bed checked out. I'm terrifed of having to deal with those nasty bugs.

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  7. Heavens. Tattoo, biker vest, sleeping by the rails... Donna, we hardly knew ye.....

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  8. We love Eureka Springs also. We went a couple of times when we lived in Kansas. I have a little doll size souvenir wooden desk from there that is made to look like the old time desks with the seat in front and the desk in back. Love the biker vest. Take care, Sheila

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  9. You....are getting more awesome by the day. (I know...I know..."Oh, Amy...quit bein' silly..." ...but you are. So there. :) )

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  10. That vest is awesome.

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