Driving through the middle of everywhere known as the Ozarks, which are equally beautiful and underrated, we found love at first sight. Half the fun at the Burger Barn was walking around while we waited, talking to local park rangers (pray for rain for Arkansas if that’s your thing — they desperately need it). The …
En route to Little Rock, we stopped for some peaches but Dale could only send us off with a batch three days short of ripe. Still we went on our merry way to Bill’s town – no trip through Arkansas is complete without visiting – excitement to the left to the Clinton Library, not much to the right.
En route through Arkansas, we tried to grab tickets to the Wakarusa festival, and instead found a campsite and swam the rivers, meeting all kinds of young and old. Since local is always the right answer, and there was no local beer, wine it was. Minus a corkscrew, so we improvised with the tried and tested multi-tool until the stars were at their best.
