Arkansas Southern Hospitality
Then we kept on walking...at one point we thought we had found a shortcut through a dark parking lot in the back of a building... and then we saw a deer so we assumed there was a trail to follow... but upon closer inspection, it turns out that the deer has 4 wheel drive because there was zero chance we would be able to navigate that terrain and come out on the other side intact. So we weaved back to the main drag and kept on walking. We came over a small hill and could finally see the sign for the Rowdy Beaver Bar. Just at that moment, we hear a vehicle coming to a pretty solid halt just behind us.. before we had a chance to turn around, we hear "What the H are you girls doing? Get in here!" It was the gal from the campground - who was clearly appalled that we would WALK to the bar vs ask anyone there for a ride. Its only like a mile and we had been sitting in the saddle all day, so the walk was welcomed. But she was very adamant and quickly exited the drivers seat to clear the passenger and back seat for us to sit.. for a solid 5 blocks further to the bar. She made it very clear that she didn't want to see us walking again and that she would give us a ride anywhere we needed we just had to ask. Southern hospitality is amazing. We offered many thanks and hopped out of the truck to hang in the parking lot to finish our roadies. Because we are classy like that lol!
Not more than 3 seconds later, a bar tender from another establishment in town recognized us and started bsing on how she went from (I think she said) CA to Eureka Springs AR and how much she loves it here. We made our way in, grabbed some popcorn, a drink and listened to the live blues music. The place was relatively quiet but that was just fine by us!