Day 10: Hot Springs to Waldron. 85 miles. A very hard day--almost 8 hours in the saddle. Lots of hills. The clouds kept the heat
down most of the day. And it didn't rain. My left side handlebar tape is giving up on me. Right side still solid. Why?
What did I do wrong?


Hot Springs was a popular place for baseball players to train and take the waters. These Hot Springs Baseball Trail markers are all
over the place. This one talks about Babe Ruth hitting a home run over that wall into the Alligator farm. Whittington Park used
to be across the street.


I left Hot Springs the back way, which involved a steep climb and even steeper descent. Because I wouldn't
get enough climbing today.


Most of the scenery wasn't very impressive. This was an exception.


When I looked to the side, there was either farming or abandoned houses or houses with junk in the yard.
And there were a few houses that were occupied and did not have junk in the yard.


Mostly what I saw was this. Traffic got lighter as I got farther west. Often the road was better.


From the only official "Scenic Vista" along my route today. I think those hills are Ozarks. I had plenty of Ozark today.


Has kind of a poor-man's haiku quality to it.


This sign would make more sense if the quotes were around "city."


Nothing says "One-Star Motel" like a fly-swatter in the room. Actually, this place isn't so bad, and the wifi is excellent.
Nice TV too. (BTW, the swatter is high quality, nice balance, good snap--three kills so far).