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50 State Travel Blog - Arkansas smells like 1 BIG pine cone
Well, I’d never been to Arkansas before, but I knew someone in the Army from there. Lyn's a Witchy Woman Author IconMail Icon thought it would be a great idea to visit these botanical gardens at the University of Arkansas in Hot Springs and the party bus got rolling toward Arkansas with all the usual suspects: Princess Megan Rose Author IconMail Icon
Sung'manitu Author IconMail Icon
AmyJo-Downhill slide begins! Author IconMail Icon
SandraLynn Author IconMail Icon
AmyJo-Downhill slide begins! Author IconMail Icon
Richard ~ Looking for Luck! Author IconMail Icon
WakeUpAndLive~Petra's Vacay Author IconMail Icon
Krista Author IconMail Icon
Jellyfish Author IconMail Icon
Noisy Wren Author IconMail Icon

Princess Megan Rose Author IconMail Icon brought Petyon the Wolf and Sung'manitu Author IconMail Icon brought his pet rock, “Peachy.”

Me, I brought my Instagram account. Gotta put my pictures somewhere.

The party bus drove for 2 days straight and we made it time for the 4th of July. Jellyfish Author IconMail Icon couldn’t wait to see real American fireworks. Krista Author IconMail Icon was already humming patriotic music. God Bless America! Noisy Wren Author IconMail Icon was not impressed with the bus driver. He had a bad habit of chewing tobacco and spitting it out the window. She thought that was gross.

So we got to the gardens and all signed up for the Golf Cart tour. I dunno how we did it, but we all packed into 10 seat golf cart. Peyton sat in the front next to the driver like a good wolf, and they gave him the dog rate - $5.00.

Needless to say when the golf cart hit a rut, we all bounced up in the air. AmyJo-Downhill slide begins! Author IconMail Icon wanted to find the hot springs. I didn’t think there was any in the gardens, but I kept my mouth shut. Didn’t want to bust her bubble.

The gardens were surrounded by a lake, and honestly, they reminded me of the gorges in the Fingers Lakes region of New York. It was really green this time of year. Pine trees lined the forest, their large canopies keeping us shaded. The scent of earthy pine cones filled the air. We drove past waterfalls and brooks. There wasn't a tree that wasn't a pine tree. In fact, it was pretty piney.

I got some great pictures for my Instagram. Sung'manitu Author IconMail Icon said Peachy wanted to play in the water, but honestly, that wasn’t a good idea. Peachy could get lost. Lyn's a Witchy Woman Author IconMail Icon kept telling the driver to take us to the Anthony Chapel but he didn’t know where it was. And English was not his first language. Finally, he took a wrong turn and we saw it in the distance. Then boom! The golf cart hit a rut, went up in the air, came down on a tree branch and got three flat tires. Lyn's a Witchy Woman Author IconMail Icon herded us like cats (Peyton and Peachy were offended again) and we went and saw the chapel. The inside buttresses reminded me of knights who cross their swords so the wedding couple can walk underneath them as they leave the church.

Richard ~ Looking for Luck! Author IconMail Icon helped the driver put the spares on (and don’t ask me where the spares came from because I didn’t think there was any extra room on that golf cart and we drove really slow back to the entrance. When we got there, there were a bunch of food trucks and we stuffed ourselves silly. Afterwards, we mixed and mingled with the locals and when it got dark, we watched the fireworks while listening to the USC marching band play patriotic from my Iphone. Can’t wait to see where the party bus takes us in California.



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