Bill, Laura, The Gambler Clan and others put a lot of effort into organizing this week. Hot Sauce, Margot, MoParMan and more worked hard to see we were fed Friday and Saturday. It was a spectacular reunion and Sandy and I would like to thank everyone who contributed to its success. Our room was already reserved for next year.
Finally, it was time for us to leave. We had to be in DuQuoin, Illinois on Wednesday, which left us with several days to wander about. Somewhere on the way, I had to pick up a GoldWing final drive in Port Girardeau, Missouri. I figured east would be a good direction, so we departed in that direction on US 62.
I was blinded for the first little way by a combination of sun ahead of us and a fogged windshield. Luckily, the fan and the visors corrected that quickly.
Near Harrison, we stopped at a temporary Arkansas Welcome Center where a lady gave us a guidebook and some maps. We asked about Walnut Ridge, a town the Beatles had stopped at in 1964 which also had a museum at the airport. She said it was a good place to visit and was easily within our range today.
We got word that Sherm was back in Kingman, Arizona by 9:00 AM our time. That was an impressive haul, but when he puts his mind to getting somewhere not much stands in his way. It was good sharing a room with him as always.
We had gotten breakfast at McDonald's in Berryville and stopped at another one in Gassville to use the bathrooms, replenish my coffee and get Sandy a smoothie. It was 80 F at 10:00 AM, 86 F at 11:20 and 90 at 12:20. It was also very humid.
I was surprised to see a town named Pocahontas, Arkansas. The Indian princess lived on the east coast in the early 1600's and traveled to England so she had no historical connection with this area.
There were several ways to get to the Walnut Ridge Regional Airport. The GPS followed the most direst route and took us right through the middle of the Williams Baptist University campus, complete with severe speed bumps.
There were two things we wanted to see at the airport. One was the Parachute Inn Restaurant, located inside a retired Boeing 737. It was about lunch time when we arrived and found it was closed down. There were claims that it would reopen some day, but it didn't look too promising. The Wings of Honor Museum was also closed but would be opening at 2:00 PM. It was around 1:00, so we headed into Walnut Ridge for lunch and to check out a few other things.
After a quick bite at Mickey D's (the BBQ place was closed on Sundays), we went to check out the Guitar Walk. This was a small park with a walk shaped like a guitar that commemorated Rock 'n Roll Highway 67 and some of the people who played it. Each station would tell you about the featured musician when you pressed a button.
The other claim to fame in Walnut Ridge was a short visit by the Beatles in 1964. We drove down Abbey Road and took a few photos of the landmarks that honored the Fab Four for the brief moment of fame they brought the town.
Back at the airport, the museum was open. An older lady and gentleman turned on the lights for us. This was a USAAF training airbase during WW II and the museum focused on that era, but there were also exhibits of more recent eras as well.
One thing we discovered as we left was that the gentleman who turned on the lights was Harold Johnson, a commercial pilot who was hijacked in 1972. He was also the president and prime motivator of the museum. Admission was free, donations were welcomed and we recommend this to anyone in the area.
It was still 93 F as we left Walnut Ridge about 3:20 PM. I had booked a room at a Days Inn in Trumann, Arkansas. We would stop there and figure out what we could do tomorrow. The road to Trumann was incredibly straight and flat as we passed rice, soybean and cotton fields.
The Trumann interchange looked new. New buildings, new pavement. The hotel was nice but our outside door faced the sun and was hot enough to burn your hand. We went downtown and found a Subway with a broken credit card machine and no wheat bread, but picked up supper anyway. Back at the hotel, I unloaded the overnight bags and then parked in the shade of a tour bus.
Despite an attempt to catch up on receipts and blogs, I ended up going to sleep relatively early.
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