Day 14: Bentonville to Eureka Springs. 51 miles. I guess if you never see ice you don't know that you shouldn't play on it. Although that
guy looks more like he's tap dancing.



Once I got out of Bentonville and Rogers, it was mostly uphill on roads of varying quality.



I stopped at the Pea Ridge National Military Park and toured the battlefield--my 7th National Park site of the trip.
There were a few other cyclists there--apparently Arkansas is celebrating 100 years of National Parks by encouraging
people to cycle, run, walk, ride, or paddle 100 miles in Arkansas National Parks during the year. At seven miles per loop,
Pea Ridge is one of the better bargains in the state.



I rode the loop road. This overlook makes the area look flat. It's much more Ozarkian than it looks.



I chatted for a while with the the ranger at the historic Elkhorn Tavern. Sadly, it is not a tavern anymore. Which reminds me--for the past four days
I have been stopping mid-day at gas station convenience stores for water and sports drinks and I've noticed that they have coolers
full of beer as well. But then at the end of the day, when I stop to pick up drinks for the evening the stores for some reason never have beer. What's up with that?



Anyway, back on the road. The highway got narrower and hillier. I gave directions to a guy using my phone.
There seem to be fewer dead armadillos on the road (there have been a lot).



I got off the main highway and took a back road into Eureka Springs. The historic Beaver Bridge is not called the Beaver Bridge
because it was built out of wood by beavers--at least I don't think that's why. It's at a place called Beaver.
That wooden deck is full of exposed bolts and splinters. No flats though.



And the bridge is at a nice place.



And that's the remains of the railroad bridge that carried people to Eureka Springs to take the cure. And the water, or whatever.



Downtown Eureka Springs. Hippie town. Biker town. Tourist town.
All I know is it is all uphill.



Carroll County courthouse in Eureka Springs.



The last bit of town before my motel. I actually had to push my bike up the last bit. I was done.