Tripping Again VI

As we entered into Arkansas shortly after breakfast, we saw a travel trailer in front of us blow a tire–this one flung bits and pieces of the trailer in a trail behind it. It looked like fiberglass insulation, floorboards, pieces of the blown tire, you name it. Quick and expert driving on the part of Fabgrandpa saved us from driving through the treacherous debris! Whew! What an obstacle course out there! I’m just glad it didn’t happen in a place where they had us on one lane for construction.

Lunch time found us in Little Rock, so we stopped at the Cracker Barrell. They had those delicious lima beans cooked with ham as the vegetable of the day. OMG–I have missed southern cooking so much! You can’t even find some things in the grocery stores in Utah and Arizona to cook at home.

We saw the smoke from lots of fires where the farmers were burning off their fields in eastern Arkansas. I saw cotton, wheat, and soybean fields along the highway.

The rest stops are getting prettier the further east we go. These looked like cypress trees, but I’m not sure if they are because I thought cypress grew in swampland.

Those terrible roads in Oklahoma yesterday, and a 30 mile stretch in Arkansas today shook something loose under the truck. There’s a rattle there that wasn’t there before. We’ll have to get it checked out as soon as we get to Georgia.

We absolutely love Tom Sawyer RV Park in West Memphis. It is right on the banks of the mighty Mississippi River. The sites are long long pull through sites that are so level you can’t believe it. Most of them have concrete pads, but I forgot to make a reservation until yesterday so we got a gravel one. It’s still nice though. We’ll be here for three nights so we can go down to Beale Street in Memphis and have a little fun!

This may look like a dump, but you are cheating yourself out of the best barbecue ribs ever if you let appearance be the judge. Go in there if you are ever in West Memphis–you will not regret it.

Ever seen a neon catfish? There’s one on the entrance sign to Tom Sawyer RV Park in West Memphis. You have to drive over the levy to get there.

What a way to end the day! Sunset over the Mississippi River, right out the back door! A cool breeze, moon shining down, and the water rolling down to the bay…

And this is for my friend, Gaelyn, also known as Geogypsy, also known as the maker of buttermilk pie:

And “Yes” I did eat it, and “Yes” I will deal with the repercussions from that. It was delicious, by the way.