Elk City to Hot Springs, AR, The Long Slog

We talked about getting some stamps in Oklahoma but in the morning, I didn't want to go see grasslands and fort ruins and hold the dog again, so we headed for the boyhood home of William Jefferson Clinton, Hot Springs, Arkansas. Becky wanted to spend a few days in one spot and was complaining that she didn't have very many clean clothes and wanted to do laundry.

 Not much in the way of pictures from this trip. Out of Elk City, it was flat with dead grass and really windy. So we sang "Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain." I needed both hands on the wheel to drive. It got sketchy. Then we got into the rolling hills and the further east we got the greener it became and the wind died down. Finally we got into the Ouachita Mountains in Arkansas.

 We landed at J&J RV and Storage in Hot Springs, AR. This is the scene behind the camper. Patrick and Iris went exploring.