Hot Springs, AR: Too Small To Dip in

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Saturday, October 8, 2011

When we resurfaced from Mammoth Cave National Park, the need to find food pre-occupied our minds.  Despite this, we took a mile walk to the bank of the Green River, the lowest point in the park. Overcame by hunger, we decided to detour to Nashville before the long drive to Memphis, Tennessee.  With the assistance of Yelp, Watky found perhaps to best sandwich restaurant south of the Mason Dixon Line, Silly Goose. My order of smoke salmon was the most delicious ever!  On our way out, we met film-maker/photographer Emily Railsback.  She was there promoting a Swedish film about a girl forced into human trafficking, "Lilja 4-Ever".  If you've time, check out Emily's website: www.emilyrailsback.com -- great shots, Emily!

 
From Nashville, we went to Memphis for barbeque, live music, Elvis, and civil rights.  Memphis had been the LARGEST city in the South in the 1960s -- after the assassination of MLK, Jr. the city has never recovered.  To this day it remains unimpressively empty; all the tourists are confined to Beale Street.  The next morning we went to Hot Springs, Arkansas.  The springs are quit small compare to the ones in Colorado and Wyoming.  Some are just regular bathtub filled with water heated by the springs.  I was not impressed.  We did manage to climb to the top of a 219-ft. tower to see the wild country of the Ouachita National Forest.  The tree-covered Appalachian peaks prevented me from seeing the grand Ouachita Lake.  Interestingly there were a lot of wasps buzzing around on the observatory deck.  I didn’t know they could fly so high, but it’s not surprising as I’ve seen bees just below 14,000-ft. in the spring time.


Hungry for steak, we took a detour to Shreveport, Louisiana. Along the way, a police officer pulled us over for a busted headlight that we didn't notice.  To make matter worse, the guy behind the wheel (who shall remain nameless here, LoL!!) didn't have his driver license.  He desperately searched his super thick wallet for it, then realized that in a rush to leave the house he had left it on the scanner.  Hmm, so how was he going to fly back to Philly without a government-issued ID?  LoL!  The officer was nice enough to let us -- 4 Asian guys -- go after a short discussion consistent of reasonable suspicion inquiry.  It didn’t lead to a probable cause to detain so we found ourselves at an auto-shop hour later.  A young African-American guy working at the shop offered to install the light bulb for free and our driver “tipped” him. We went to the Shreveport waterfront to see the lures of flashing lights off the walls of the casinos like Sam's Town, El Dorado, and Horseshoe -- tempting folks to stop by while we waited to be called to a table at the Saltgrass Steakhouse.  After a not-so-special meal, we left for Houston...arriving after midnight.  

 
Knight,
At Houston Hobby International waiting for Southwest Flight 3937 October, 2011
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