Today was the last real day of my spring break and I was determined to hit the road to go somewhere, no matter what. I decided to pick a direction and do a RTE, without knowing where I was going to eat.
The weather report said it might rain, so I packed my rain gear and hoped for the best. I've never ridden in the rain, but I had recently installed new Roadsmarts and I wanted to try them out.
I left around 10am and choose to head north. My only stipulation was that I would not take any freeways.
I followed Hwy 107 until it ended, then headed towards Conway. In Conway, I wandered around a bit until I saw a sign saying Harrison, 139 miles. I'd heard Harrison was a good motorcycle destination, so I headed that way.
Along the way, I noticed this van. I just had to get a photo. It belongs to a head shop, lots of awesome 70's memorabilia.
And of course, it started to rain. Apparently, I drove into the end of the storm, so I got rained on all the way up north until I finally turned around and headed back. The whole time I had to keep telling myself, "This is a learning experience". It still sucked.
Up around Leslie, I saw a sign advertising Arkansas black apples. Having always wanted to try one, but never finding them, I pulled in to grab some.
Poor, wet bike.
A cute girl was the only person manning the store.
Me: "I'd like a half dozen of your Arkansas blacks, are these locally grown?"
Her: "No, they're from Alabama."
The rain let up a few times, so I grabbed a photo here and there.
I arrived in Harrison, it was raining, I wasn't impressed. I couldn't find Hwy 7 and ended up heading in a random direction. The road soon turned into this weird highway/freeway with stop lights every few miles. Annoyed, and with it still raining, I missed the turn to Eureka Springs. Eventually, I ended up in Branson, Mo. I really didn't want to be there. I was starving, wet and tired. The sign post said there was a Fuddruckers around, which sounded great. I hadn't been to one since I lived in Cali, ~15 years ago.
The rain let up, but I never managed to find the Fuddruckers. I settled for Steak n Shake. After recharging, I took some photos by the lake and turned to head home.
The lake was about the flood the city.
Who has time to go fishing, there's riding to be done!
I headed the same way back. This time it didn't rain, so I stopped for some photo opportunities that I missed earlier.
These next two photos really made the trip in the rain worthwhile. Around Leslie, during the rains, all the cliffs along the side of the road had cascading waterfalls, some probably 50-60 feet high. I couldn't stop to take any photos, but it was truly beautiful. On the way back, This was the only one that was still going strong.
By this time, it was getting dark, so I only have one more photo.
Gas dogs of Damascus
Once I got back to Conway, I was really tired, so I hit the freeway and headed back to Sherwood.
Overall, I had a great time. I wished it hadn't rained most of the way up, but I will chalk it up to building riding experience. Plus the roadside waterfalls really made it worth the trip.