You never know what fascinating sights you’ll see when roadtrippin’ through Arkansas. Both the backroads and interstate hold an array of surprises. From I-40 you’ll spy roadkill, rice paddies, and religious signs reminding you to beat the children with a stick.

I wasn’t kidding….

In Central Arkansas you can hop off the interstate, do a little wine tasting and stock up on your favorite vintage at the wineries.

Chateau Aux Arc (in the Ozarks…get it?)

Wiederkehr Village (population of 42) has more grapes than residents.

At one point in our journey, an emergency coffee attack required a pitstop to a Love’s Travel Shop. As The Devil was pulling in to a parking spot right beside a fella fiddling with stuff under the hood of his SUV, a 96% naked lady jumped out of the backseat of the fella’s vehicle.  I was so astounded by the scene that lay before me that I forgot the camera entirely. You’ll have to settle for the picture I paint in words. The 96% naked lady was wearing a little bitty bikini with a tiny see-through crocheted skirt.  Her backside was emblazoned with a tattoo of a bull’s head. Its horns rose menacingly out the top of her bikini bottoms. And, she looked ANGRY! She said a buncha words I didn’t understand partly due to the southern twang that shaped them, partly due to the shock of seeing an angry 96% naked lady unexpectedly jump out of a vehicle, and partly due to the music that was blaring from the speakers of their opened door:  “We’re from the country and we like it that way.”

It was all so very much to process.

The man under the hood looked up long enough to glance at her, register us and our agape expressions, and chuckle to himself before returning back to his tinkering.  The 96% naked lady walked this way and then that, continuing to make a fuss over something before finally settling back into the backseat and closing the door.

By that time, The Devil had returned and we were on our way.

The backroads and small towns of Arkansas are also great fun. There are interesting places to eat.  For example, in Springdale there’s a giant waffle sign in the sky that announces a Waffle Hut.  If that doesn’t suit your taste you can try the Mexican-Middle Eastern Restaurant.

Around one bend in the road we spied a natural swimming hole.

Several fireworks stands were set up along the road.  One stand had a sign that read “Fireworks. Help Christians Serve.” Another sign said, well, see for yourself…

…because nothing says ‘Christianity’ like blowing stuff up?

Good times.   I will really miss this state when it’s time to dismantle this particular life.

For more sights and scenes from my Arkansas travels, see:

Remedy: A Roadtrip through Arkansas

A Weekend in  Little Rock

A Stroll Through Little Rock

Scenes from the Ozark Mountains

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