Road Trip Day Two
I have to write nor while there’s still light. I’m camped out at Burns Park in North Little Rock. And I forgot my tent. All I have is a dirty blanket from my trunk. I don’t mind except that I was planning on sleeping under the stars, and rain is coming. The manager of this RV park is letting me sleep under this outdoor pavilion. He’s a nice old man who lives with his wife in a trailer home in the park. his wife is on a breathing machine and watches a lot of tv. They don’t know that my Sonic cup is full of Red Stripe.
This morning I played a disc golf course in Little Rock. It was very short, but well organized. Met a couple there throwing who told me about this park. “Best disc golf in the state!” they proclaimed. So I made it to a Bux and used their internet to figure out how to get here.
Little Rock is your average city with tall buildings and pavement everywhere. And I didn’t see much need to stay there. But North Little Rock is like its little sister who left home to join a hippy commune. I found a dope comic shop with L.O.S.H. gems, two art galleries, sweet fountains, and genuinely nice people. And Burns Park.
North Little Rock is a seperate city across the Arkansas River- the same river where I make my home in Kansas. The river is much more sensational here. It’s wider, stronger. From its rushing waters you can see mountains on the horizon- totally opposite my home. However, like in Wichita, the river is lined on both sides with bicycle trails. And both places bridge the river with pedestrian tourist paths. But since the river is so big here, the bridge is three times longer than the Keeper of the Plains. And it’s steep and crowded. You have to apply your brakes on the downhill half so you don’t hit walkers- which is too bad because you can FLY down that sucker!
Maybe I’ll check out the bridge again in the morning. I’ll probably be up at dawn since I’m sleeping on a picnic table with no pillow. I forgot bedding but remembered frisbees and the bike. It’s like being a kid again. I guess that’s what vacation is for.
Also, drinking beer through a straw sucks. It gets all heady in your mouth.
NO MORE LIGHT!
