Thursday, February 24, 2005

The (Very) Long Road, Part 4

Stuck Day #2

The only exceptionally terrific thing about being stuck on Day 2 was being able to sleep late. Very, very late. After driving for about 12 hours a day and losing an additional hour every day as we crossed time zones, and waking up at 5:30 every morning, it was rest we both needed. We got up, did some more internet stuff, and found out that switching Travis' plane ticket would cost the difference from what I originally paid to what it would cost today. They estimated a difference of about $500, but tried to console me with the fact that I had gotten a really good deal the first time. Gee, thanks. Fortunately, Travis was able to secure a buddy pass from a pilot relative, and that alleviated a tiny bit of the stress. We then took a walk. We passed a large farm only a few blocks away, and in a matter of minutes a dozen cows were gathered around the fence to check us out. Then we walked past Arkansas Tech. University, which seemed unusually empty for a school day. It was then we noticed that for a college town, there was really very little to do here, including drink. No bars, no liquor stores. We wondered if it was a "dry" town. We walked to a restaurant, the name of which excapes me now, but which had a train theme, and we could even blow a real train whistle. While there, the dealer called and said they found the actual problem, which turned out to be a broken spring in one of the valves, a problem so rare that they had to have the tool to fix it driven in from Little Rock. But the car was ready to go, for slightly less than the original estimate, and a day "early." Donna picked us up at the restaurant and brought us back to the car. Travis really wanted to check out the restaurant, so we went back. It was at this time he decided to question the young woman at the counter about fun things to do, since we decided to stay the night and get an early start the next day. The young woman looked at us, rolled her eyes and laughed. There is nothing to do in Russellville. Travis noted the college, but no bars. She said the Baptists had purchased all the liquor licenses and it was the driest of dry towns. However, you could drink at a private club if you were a member. She said you pay $5, and you become a member. Aren't loopholes fun? We decided against that. In any case, we wanted to get back to the Dixie Cafe in time for dinner. We later found out we were only a few blocks from the beginning of Route 7, which is supposed to be one of the most beautiful highways in this country, nicknamed "Scenic 7." Guess we'll have to save that for our next visit to Russellville.


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