Spent the afternoon in Bill Clinton’s boyhood hometown, Hot Springs.
What a beautiful spot. The elegant bathhouses that put Hot Springs on the map still line Bathhouse Row, although only one is still in operation in its original form.
The others have new lives as galleries, museums or some such. One is about to become Hot Springs first brewpub (you can bet we’ll be back to try that out). There are fountains everywhere with hot mineral water bubbling out of them – about 95 degrees. No special taste.
Had a beer at Maxine’s, a wonderful old tavern in the Bathhouse area.
Maxine’s used to be a brothel – probably the first time I’ve had a beer in such an establishment.
Hot Springs is lush and green. We scored a great spot at Gulpha Gorge, the campground in Hot Springs National Park. It’s a small campground (44 spots) and the sites are close together.
We got one with no water or power, and the bathrooms don’t have showers. BUT, we’re perched right on top of a bubbling creek, we had one of the few firepits to use, and it was a great evening to sit outside and enjoy spring. Cost a whole $5 with our geezer pass. The azaleas are all in bloom here, along with the dogwoods.
We’re already planning our next trip back to Arkansas. The roads here are smooth and rolling, and the state highways have wide shoulders for bicycles.
We’re wondering why we never came here before…..