Anniversary Trip: {Arkansas – Part II}

Part I Recap: Walk in 100 degree heat to distillery, drive to Hot Springs (it ain’t so hot), love B&B, and running out to grab lunch…

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When you get here there’s one tiny parking spot in front of the dilapidated building.  One booth is available by the front door and your 60-something waitress wearing blue eyeshadow with her fire-red hair comes to take your order.  This happens just as you read the sign on the wall that says CASH ONLY.

Your sweet husband (it’s a theme) asks where the nearest ATM is.  “Half mile down dat way,” she says.  And off he goes.  On foot. Continue reading

Anniversary Trip: {Arkansas – Part I}

Once upon a time…
Pete and I were married ONE WHOLE FREAKIN’ YEAR!
(what.the.what?)

I spent weeks trying to figure out a fab anniversary destination.
New Orleans?  Charlotte?  Nashville?  Fredricksburg?
Or…Hot Springs?
I hung out with my handy friend Google for hours.  In our adventures together I found articles, blogs, travel pieces calling Hot Springs, Arkansas “relaxing,” “beautiful” and “America’s best kept secret.”

Let me just say this: you can keep that “secret” locked up forever.
And you can buckle up for a short sitcom.

Your journey begins with an overnight stop in Little Rock.
You and Pete check into your hotel on {River Market}.  It’s a 100 degrees, and the A/C in the room is spotty.
You think, “That’s okay.  We’re leaving soon to walk to the distillery.”  But you forget to finish your thought “…walk to the distillery…that’s a mile away, in 100 degree heat, in new flip flops.”

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Although hot, sweaty, and shards of glass and rocks are in your flip flops, you and Pete enjoy the deliciousness of {Rock Town Distillery}.
We’re talking moonshine flavored with red hots and apple juice with cinnamon and the best No Age Statement Bourbon in the world (literally). Continue reading