Bikes, Blues, and BBQ rally ~ on the road to Arkansas!!
I know what you are thinking... Arkansas?! Who goes there? It's just hillbillies with no teeth, wearing overalls that only have one strap hook left. That is partially accurate...if you wander into the backwoods of Arkansas. Off the paved roads. Arkansas is my FAVORITE place to ride... seriously! There is no straight road in the area and no wrong turn - the views of the rolling hills and tree lined canyons are amazing!
The weather was perfect the whole way - 92 degrees ('feels like 100' according to the weather app), the traffic was minimal, the bikes ran great, and we stayed dry! We made it from MN to Eureka Springs in 11 hours. After 650+ miles of straight freeway riding, we turned onto County Rd 86 on the MO / AR border, and were thrown into a mish mash of S curves and hills that had no visible end. Along the way, us 3 girls were all lacking sleep, not used to the heat and sun, and a little delusional ourselves, but we managed to come up with some great punch lines, like when we stopped for food and Shelly said she was glad we stopped to eat because she "needed something more than the usual nuts and jerky". I don't know why that was so funny, but it became one of our go-to punch lines.
We checked into our hotel, walked across he street and bought some beverages to celebrate our return to Eureka Springs. "Home" at last! We showered (ok, we reapplied deodorant) and headed downtown to the Cathuouse ~ my fave local watering hole. Sheila got there before us and as we walked onto the patio, we heard her self-proclaimed new nickname, "tequila sheila". The phrase quickly sums up how the night went. Long story short, after a long day of riding on minimal sleep, after soaking up 11 hours of sunlight, wind, and bug guts, it really didn't take much to 'relax' and unwind. The pictures we found today at dinner were a vague recap of some otherwise fuzzy moments in time! And the fact that I woke up (not in my bed....which was comfy and clean and inviting), but on the floor next to the AC, curled up with a hoodie on my legs tells you how well Tequila Sheila affected us all. Ah, the things we do, and miles we log, just to have stories to half tell!