Day 11: Waldron to Ft. Smith. 60 miles. Beautiful day for a ride. The temerature didn't get into the 90s until the afternoon. I tried to get into
the swing of touring by actually stopping for lunch and trying to do tourist things.


There were still Ozarks around, but the climbs were not so bad today.


I briefly crossed into Oklahoma--just because I could. Apparently ratholes are much in demand among the Sooners.


Back in Arkansas. There was this locomotive in front of the trolley museum. Not sure why. And I couldn't tell whether the
headlight was on or whether it was a trick of the light. I didn't investigate.


The extremely understated entrance to the Ft. Smith Trolley Museum. I didn't investigate.


I did investigate the Ft. Smith National Historic Site. It was a frontier post for dispensing justice.


And here are the gallows. The sign on the door says to stay off the gallows and respect it as an instrument of justice.
Naturally, when I walked up there was some jackass up there having his picture taken.


I couldn't get a room in downtown Ft. Smith, so I rode across the Arkansas River to the neighboring town of Van Buren. Then I had
to climb a couple of absurdly steep hills to get to the hotel. And I made a rookie mistake--choosing a hotel with no restaurants
in walking distance. So I ordered pizza. Too much pizza.