We left god and his transparent
architecture behind in Eureka Springs and headed north under ever bleaker
skies. With all our sightseeing, hiding from the weather and generally enjoying
the good life that civilisation allows we’d whittled away a good chunk of the
day. We needed to make some headway though, so we buckled our helmets on a
notch tighter and averted our gaze from the grey dome above...
As nature casually lapped at the stream and munched on some cud.
Back on the road, with our fancy new cold weather outfits, we were less numb but even more laden. On cold days we were super appreciative of our friend's generosity whilst on the occasional hot day we found ourselves perched atop a mountain of folded coats and jumpers. It was certainly not the slickest of operations but we made it work. No more sore bums at least!
After mere minutes en route we...
Motorbike Club
There is nothing like getting out there on two wheels, when the sun is bright and the evenings are long - and we're certainly not the only people to think that. You see, in the motorbike world there's a sort of club and itst super duper inclusive. All you need is two wheels and a motor and membership is yours!
Larking about on two wheels - is there anything better?
Part of the club, bin bags...
We Didn't Speak, We Only Moved and Were Moved Across the Landscape
What happened the next morning set a pattern which we couldn't shift for weeks: a late morning wake up, leisurely breakfast, coffee and conversation, before hitting the road in a semi-panicked stated around mid afternoon. If you know either of us you'll know we're kids and this new found freedom equated mostly to dreamy lie-ins at first. It wasn't a choice so much as an irresistible routine of later...
To the DMV... And beyond!
Relaxed, rejuvenated, replenished, ready and raring to roll, we set off to the Pensacola DMV office. Renowned across America for it's atrocious customer service we were keen to get in and out as quickly as possible and, bar a few clerical errors, our darling in disguise Gloria did us proud. Ninety minutes later we hit the streets with our new digits, went to the garage next door to get some free...
The Gulf Coast
The Gulf shore national park is steeped in history, the forts in the park span almost 150 years, from the Spanish colonial Bateria De San Antonio (1797) to the World War Two-era battery 234. But if I'm completely honest, we didn't soak in much of the history of the place. We mostly spent our time admiring the sun, the sand and our books. Travelling uses a lot of our energy and concentration, we are...