We took a 45 minute drive through the peaks and valleys of Northwestern Arkansas to end up in the small town of Eureka Springs. We are not exactly sure what to think of this little piece of unusual history. That will require another trip or two without the little man to really get into the underground of this rainbow colored bandana on a biker kind of town. But for now, we've got proof that the Bennet clan did stop for a look-see.
We could start seeing little signs of life in the mountains as we neared the Springs.
Interesting about the name of the area. We'll hike to the springs next time for our own natural healing.
This was a pretty cool area. The street actually splits in half and goes down the mountain or up the mountain...and still 2 lanes both ways. It's time to rethink that a bit. However not just one thing about this town, but the whole downtown is on the historic registry. And supposedly between these streets is the "underground" where gangsters ran their businesses. Sounds perfect for these two gangstas!
Upper street. They are know for their festivals and arts...including Mardi Gras. They have a New Orleans hotel and plenty of themed watering holes with beads hanging from the ceilings.
This is OLD! Even my grandma just gave up using film...not even sure where she was buying it.
Where the street splits.
The Jazz and Blue Festival was just setting up in the park area. We'll see you guys next year.
We even found a monkey as a souvenir. Cute, but eats a lot!
Really neat mural by our parking spot. Shows all the spots around town.
And of course, me teaching Jude about his native heritage. Look at these cheek bones Jude.