On the hiking trail in Hot Springs National Park |
Did you know that this year marked the centennial of the
National Park Service? Do you know how
many national parks there are?[i] How about total elements in the Park Service?[ii] I do, and I am on a mission. If you have read any of my musings, you know
that I LOVE getting outside and enjoying these bits of natural treasure. I wanted to make sure I celebrated the Park’s
Birthday by visiting a few new places… I wanted to up my park number a
bit. At the same time, my boyfriend
wanted to join me on one of my park visits.
He was new to this type of trip-quest.
He wanted to see what I saw and enjoy the beauty and the history, yet he
is not a hiker. (Heck, I have not got
out enough the last few years). So
looking over the list of parks, I decided the perfect spot was Hot Springs National
Park in Arkansas.
I have been to Arkansas only one time before, and it was a
side trip off a trip in Texas. On that
Arkansas visit, I focused on the southwest quadrant of the state – visiting Hope
(Clinton’s birthplace) and the Crater of Diamonds State Park in Murfreesboro. I wasn’t that far from Hot Springs the first
time, but I just ran out of time. That heat while in the park, in June, was
awful and wiped me out. But I also was
gobsmacked, Arkansas was beautiful. It
was nothing like I pictured in my head as a flat dead brown land– instead I saw
beautiful waterways, rolling hills and plenty of green. So a special trip to Hot Springs in late
autumn sounded like a good plan.
To get there, we flew to into Little Rock. For a three day trip, I planned to spend 1
full day in the capital city and a day and a half in the resort town. We had a plan, and we needed one if we were
going to fit all of it in. I fully admit
that I have in intense pace when I am power touring, and that is not for
everyone. I have gone easy on prior
trips with my partner, but he was warned that we had a mission. So, from the moment we stepped off the plane
until the moment we got back to the airport, we were cooking. It was funny (for me). I think he is still tired from the
experience!
Walls of plates at the Flying Saucer |
Our first stop, once we got off the plane, was the Flying
Saucer for a late meal and relaxation. This
place came highly recommended from some plane seat neighbors, who told me it was
an eclectic “must- see” locale that was casual, open late and in a great area
of the city that we could not miss. So,
we headed straight to the UFO pub for some grub. Immediately upon entering, you notice that
the walls are lined with plates – those cheesy decorative plates. And they are from all over the place. We were seated in front of a HUGE big screen
television showing the game, and I could not stop scanning the walls looking at
all the places the plates illustrated.
Mixed in, and on the ceiling, were color ringed plates with names – and this
was where their “wall of fame” was enshrined.
The Flying Saucer is known in Little Rock for its beer list - Over 200
kinds. And if you register, and finish
the list (NOT in one setting, but many), you are immortalized on a plate. So, as we chowed down on loaded tots and an arugula
and prosciutto pizza, I read crazy plate sayings. This place is a trip. And it has spunk – it was that perfect casual
meal in a place with character.
Junction Bridge |
After food and drinks, we headed to the waterfront to walk
over Junction Bridge, mosey down some pathways and settle our food. We were lucky it was a gorgeous evening. For
once (in a blue moon) the weather cooperated with me and the sky was
clear. So we were able to walk across
the river to take in our first real views on downtown Little Rock. Thanks
to historical preservationists and green space planners, efforts to keep bridges
over the River standing and make them pedestrian accessible, have been a huge
hit. This area was one spot everyone told us to visit when hearing about our
weekend adventure in Arkansas. The three
bridges over the Arkansas River are one of the most iconic views in the city. Postcards are littered with these views...Especially
at night when their colors play on the waters.
Wandering the pathways to look at the sculpture art by the river was
another story. We did not see much
outside of the pavilion and one of the main things I left on the table in
Little Rock was finding the “Little Rock” that the city was named for… it was
down that path somewhere.
Little Rock Skyline from the Clinton Library |
The next day began our power tour of Little Rock. We needed clockwork precision to make this
all work. I wanted to fit in 3 museums,
a park, a distillery and a damn bridge before we headed to Hot Springs that
evening. I am a bit ambitious, I admit.
Art Deco in abundance at Little Rock Central |
To meet our goals, we made sure we were at the Little Rock
Central High School National Historic Site the moment it opened. You can’t come to Little Rock without seeing
this bit of civil rights history. We
arrived before it opened and I was able to beg our way into the first tour of
the day. (Note for future visitors, make a reservation) The fantastic ranger walked us through the
history of the Little Rock Nine – beyond anything we learned in our few
paragraphs in a school text book.
Sitting in the visitor center, we spoke as a group discussing the doctrine of “separate but
equal” and what it meant here; uncovering nasty truths of
how city and state
leaders conspired to ensure that students would not integrate even after the
Brown vs Board of Education ruling (ruling that separate was not equal), and
then hearing the accounts of everything these children and their families
endured just so they could attend the best public high school in the city. Did you know that city leaders actually shut
school down for a year? No, neither did
I. They fail to mention that in the
textbooks. And just when you thought the
city had reached a low, we walked through the Little Rock 10 (yep, it started
as 10)’s walk to school. The experience
was enough to make you cry, feel disgusted and be fighting mad at the same time. You can’t visit this place without being
inspired by the bravery of these students.
I am in awe – pure awe. It touched
me deeply.
This HS remains state of the art |