Bright and early Friday morning we hopped on the bike (don't let the photo fool you, we were wearing helmets the whole time), and headed towards the blacktop that is HWY 75. Without my morning dose of coffee, I'm not a happy camper (a lie--I'm definitely a morning person). I successfully cajoled Scott into stopping at Cracker Barrel for the perfect Southern breakfast. Grits included although I didn't touch mine. Ick! If you've never been to Cracker Barrel before, stop next time you see one. I'm pretty sure they're across the country as we've been to one on Route 66 in Arizona, in South Dakota, and another in Mobile, Alabama where I got my first taste of chicken and dumplings as a kid. Even better than the homestyle food served is the cutesy little country store with all kinds of fun gifts and treats. Oh ya...the trip...
With our bellies full of coffee and biscuits and gravy we sprayed down with suntan lotion, I put on my audiobook, and we made our way into Oklahoma. Texas certainly has it's relatively beautiful spots, but unfortunately North Texas where you can see forever into the horizon is not one of them. But as soon as we meandered into Oklahoma the flat land began to ripple and the highway became a little curvier. Yes, this is what we came to see! Almost anyway--it would still be a long ways before we got into the Ozarks.
After stopping at the Harley-Davidson dealership in Fort Smith, Arkansas, we headed to a small cafe for lunch and got back on the road. As soon as we started north towards Fayetteville, we began discovering the rolling hills of the Ozarks. It was so refreshing to see so much green all around us and passers-by could see us pointing in different directions at the awesome views.
From Fayetteville to Eureka Springs we took the Pig Trail Scenic Byway (Ark 23) and on a whim Scott pulled over to let me drive for a bit. There hadn't been much traffic and the roads didn't seem to be too curvy, but by the time we pulled into Eureka Springs I had quite the following behind me as I slowed around every corkscrew turn we came upon during my ride. I stalled out at the first stop sign we came to and that was it for my driving time of the trip.
Dead tired and a little dehydrated from being on the road in the heat for about eight hours, we gladly pulled into our hotel in Eureka Springs for a breather. Not too long as there was so much in Eureka Springs to discover. I absolutely loved this town and big thanks to Meredith for telling me it is a must see in Arkansas. The town is small and quaintly nestled into the hills, and though we didn't get to spend as much time as we would have liked, we'll definitely be heading back.