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Hot Springs National Park

When I realized I needed to meet a friend from Dallas in New Orleans on Easter weekend, I naturally started to think of how I could extend the visit into a bigger road trip. Checking Hot Springs National Park off the list seemed like an obvious choice, especially since my original plans to visit the park almost five years ago were thwarted when snow in Dallas resulted in a canceled business trip.*

As the park ranger was quick to inform us, by one standard, Hot Springs is the oldest national park because it was set aside as a special reservation in 1832 by President Andrew Jackson (he of the $20 bill—for now). It became an official national park in 1921. At 5,550 acres, it is the smallest park in the system (which surprised me, as I would have guessed Congaree, but that park is almost five times the size of Hot Springs), followed by American Samoa and the Virgin Islands at approximately 10,000 and 15,000 acres respectively.

The heart of the park is Bathhouse Row on Central Avenue but it spills over into mountains on each side, the appropriately named West Mountain to the southwest, and Hot Springs Mountain and North Mountain to the northeast. The forty-seven mineral water springs flow down from Hot Springs Mountain and, since the mid-nineteenth century, have been diverted into public bathhouses and town fountains. The water is odorless and tasteless. (Side note: Unfortunately the weather was rather grey while we were there so I don’t have any great pictures of the town.)

The Arlington Hotel and Bathhouse Row. Photo by the National Park Service.
The Arlington Hotel and Bathhouse Row. Photo by the National Park Service.

The first European to visit the Hot Springs area was Hernando de Soto in 1541, but the heyday of the park was in the 1920s and 1930s, when the likes of Al Capone and Lucky Luciano came to “take the waters” and baseball players came for spring training. The casinos were shut down in the late 1960s and the town seems to have been struggling to find its footing ever since. We were there on a “race weekend” so it was fairly crowded; however, the pedicurist at the spa told me that their business only really picks up during Spring Break and in the summer. In any case, the town/park has a very out-of-time feel.

Looking down from the trailhead on Hot Springs Mountain.
Looking down from the trail head on Hot Springs Mountain.

On Bathhouse Row, you can tour the beautiful Fordyce Bathhouse, which serves as the national park’s Visitor Center, enjoy local brews (including root beer!) made with mineral water at the Superior Bathhouse, and receive spa treatments or have a traditional bath experience at Buckstaff Bathhouse. There are also a number of cute boutiques along Central Avenue.

The Colonial Candy Corner had these unique sour jellied candies that I couldn't get enough of.
The Colonial Candy Corner had these unique sour jellied candies that I couldn’t get enough of.

Dominating Central Avenue is the Arlington Hotel, which opened on New Year’s Eve in 1924. It is still the largest hotel in the state and some rooms even have mineral water piped directly into their bathtubs. Unfortunately, while you can’t beat the location of the Arlington (our room looked out over both the park and Bathhouse Row), its old world glamour has been allowed to get somewhat run down. However, it is conveniently located to both the Pancake Shop and the Colonial Pancake & Waffle House, both of which were excellent breakfast places. They do get quite crowded though so go as early as you can.

The other memorable food spot, McClard’s BBQ, was well out of the park area. I enjoyed the ribs, and the coleslaw was great, but I expected more from Bill Clinton’s favorite barbecue joint. Note: We didn’t have tamales, which is apparently a thing at barbecue places throughout the Mississippi Delta. Who knew?

The first of many barbecue joints along the way and the best slaw of the trip.
The first of many barbecue joints along the way and the best slaw of the trip.

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As for things to do in the park (besides spa treatments), I highly recommend taking a ranger tour of the Fordyce. We had a fantastic guide—her great aunt had worked in the bathhouses and she was full of stories from interviews she had done with former workers. The story of these (mostly) black workers would make an interesting study all on its own, but combined with the intriguing guests, the history is truly fascinating. Even if you don’t have time for a tour, I would still recommend the building itself. All three floors are beautiful.

Close-up of a window in the women's steam room in the Fordyce bathhouse.
Close-up of a window in the women’s steam room in the Fordyce bathhouse.
The ceiling of the men's changing area in the Fordyce bathhouse.
The ceiling of the men’s changing area in the Fordyce bathhouse.
The music room on the third floor of the Fordyce bathhouse.
The music room on the third floor of the Fordyce bathhouse.

Above the bathhouses and the Arlington Hotel are Hot Springs Mountain and North Mountain. While you can drive up to the observation tower at the top, you can also roam over the mountains on a series of short trails climbing up from the Grand Promenade. We did the outer loop, consisting of climbing the Dead Chief Trail to the right (1.4 miles), which then joined the Gulpha Gorge Trail for a bit, eventually connecting to the Goat Rock Trail (1.1 miles). After climbing to the North Mountain Overlook (the view is worth the short climb), we returned via the Upper Dogwood Trail (1 mile). Except for the beginning, which was fairly steep, it was an easy ramble through the woods.

Fun with fungi on the forest trails of Hot Springs Mountain.
Fun with fungi on the forest trails of Hot Springs Mountain.

Outside of the national park proper, but still in Hot Springs, is Garvan Woodland Gardens. These gardens, donated by Verna Garvan to the University of Arkansas, cover over two hundred acres. We happened to hit right at the peak of the Tulip Extravaganza and I can tell you the name is no joke—apparently there were almost 150,000 tulips. There were also many daffodils still to be seen on the Three Sisters of Amity Daffodil Hill as well as beautiful Japanese magnolia and dogwood trees in the Garden of the Pine Wind. And, remarkable at any time of year, the fare at the on-site eatery—the Chipmunk Café—was quite tasty.

The Bridge of the Full Moon and the koi pond in the Garden of the Pine Wind.
The Bridge of the Full Moon and the koi pond in the Garden of the Pine Wind.
What I think is a Japanese magnolia in the Garden of the Pine Wind.
What I think is a Japanese magnolia in the Garden of the Pine Wind.
Cherry? Dogwood? (Yeah, I'm not good with trees) and daffodils abound at Garvan.
Cherry? Dogwood? (Yeah, I’m not good with trees) and daffodils abound at Garvan.
The appropriately named Tulip Extravaganza: Tulips upon tulips upon tulips.
The appropriately named Tulip Extravaganza: Tulips upon tulips upon tulips.
So many tulips... These deep pink beauties were my favorites.
So many tulips… These deep pink beauties were my favorites.

Finally, about thirty minutes from Hot Springs is Lake Ouachita State Park, located within Ouachita National Forest. Here we took the Caddo Bend Trail, a four-mile trail that loops around the Point 50 Overlook peninsula. This trail was nothing spectacular, but the lake is very pretty so it makes for a nice walk. It climbed a bit more than we anticipated, but didn’t take the close to the three hours that the trail marker indicated. All in all, the lake was a lovely surprise after being rather disappointed by our trip up “scenic” byway Highway 7.

The serene Lake Ouachita from the Point 50 Overlook on the Caddo Bend Trail.
The serene Lake Ouachita from the Point 50 Overlook on the Caddo Bend Trail.

Side trip alert: While the focus of our time in Arkansas was Hot Springs, I wish we had had time to see the northwest corner of the state, which looks to be absolutely beautiful. However, one stop we did make on our way to Memphis was Little Rock’s Central High School. As my most recent editorial project was a U.S. history textbook, I was eager to see this infamous civil rights location. The school is still functioning as a high school, but the nearby Visitor Center documents the trials and tribulations of the Little Rock Nine in their efforts to integrate the school in the late 1950s. Kudos to the National Park Service as this is one of the best museum displays I’ve seen—you can glean a brief (but comprehensive) overview of the 1957 events and the civil rights movement from the timeline panels, or linger and watch the numerous video clips containing news footage and personal interviews. Many of the multimedia stands are located in front of plate-glass windows providing a view of the gas station and school across the way. It really makes history come alive.

“If you just don’t say anything, you’re part of the problem and not part of the solution. If all the other teenagers had been like the Little Rock Nine, they could have changed the situation.”—Minnijean Brown Trickey

Little Rock Central High School, site of the 1957 Desegregation Crisis.
Little Rock Central High School, site of the 1957 Desegregation Crisis.

Entry to both Hot Springs National Park and the Little Rock Central High School National Historic Site is free.

*Note: While Hot Springs is closer to both Little Rock (1 hour) and Memphis (3 hours), the drive from Dallas is quite reasonable (4.5 hours), if boring. But Dallas worked for me logistically and flights there were cheaper than other options.


Mammoth Cave National Park

Drapery Room, Mammoth Cave

I had always thought that, due to its location, Mammoth Cave would be one of the last national parks I would get around to visiting. It’s no American Samoa to be sure, but when would I get to western Kentucky? And then I had a stroke of genius: I would take advantage of a business trip to Indianapolis to make a grand sweep across Kentucky, through the Smoky Mountains, to the Carolina coast, where I had long been promising to visit my aunt and uncle. Another stroke of good fortune came when I was able to convince my sister to join me.*

The Saturday of our visit being the running of the Kentucky Derby, I wasn’t sure whether the park would be more or less crowded than usual, but I took no chances and reserved our selected tour well in advance. Although I made my plans for the night before and after accordingly, what I hadn’t realized was that Mammoth Cave, unlike Louisville (which is almost due north of the park), is in the Central Time Zone. This is well marked on the official website, but only on the hours of operation page, and I had gone straight to the tour descriptions. In any case, after hightailing it out of our Bardstown B&B, much to the consternation of our host, we arrived with well over an hour to wait.

The River Styx Spring Trail, which leads from the Visitor Center down to the Green River, was a pleasant diversion while waiting for our tour.

As the world’s longest known cave system, with close to 400 miles of cave to explore and numerous entrances, Mammoth Cave offers fifteen to twenty different tours, including the Violet City Lantern Tour, which recreates the lantern-light tours of the 1800s, and the Wild Cave Tour, which involves headlamps, freehold climbs, and crawling on your belly.

We periodically came across the Wild Cave Tour on our travels.

We selected the Grand Avenue Tour, which is about 4 miles in length and lasts about 4½ hours. It was marked as difficult, and there were a few steep hills, but mostly the only difficulty was that it was slippery in a few places. I’m not sorry to have picked this tour, but it was long and by far the most interesting section was at the end, at Frozen Niagara, which you can do as a separate, shorter tour.

Grand Avenue was good to get a sense of the size of the cave system, and it was fun to eat in the Snowball Room, but I think I might recommend doing a combination of the Frozen Niagara Tour and the Historic Tour instead.

For those wondering, we didn’t really see many critters, although there were a few tiny bats sleeping at the entrance. A number of wild turkeys were spotted throughout the grounds. Sadly, these were not bottles of bourbon, but actual turkeys.

*She keeps lists too, but is more concerned with hitting all the states, Kentucky being one of the five she hadn’t visited.

Kentucky Bourbon Trail

Not for nothing does my Twitter profile include the word boozehound. I love cocktails, experimenting with ingredients, and the Thin Man movies.

What’s that I smell? I do believe it’s happiness.

So, it wasn’t much of a stretch, when planning a road trip from Indiana to South Carolina, to include a stint in bourbon country. What I didn’t realize when scheduling this journey to follow a business trip to Indianapolis was that my first weekend in Kentucky would be Derby Weekend. As such, I decided to go well past Louisville that first night, ending up in Bardstown, 40 miles south of Churchill Downs and self-proclaimed bourbon capital of the world.

Bardstown is a historic town in the heart of bourbon country and is a great jumping off point for touring the countryside. At one time, there were over 20 distilleries in this area. It is also reputed to be the place where Stephen Foster wrote “My Old Kentucky Home” and certainly strolling through the historic district makes you feel as if you have stepped back in time. Or maybe that’s just the mint juleps from the Old Talbott Tavern talking.

To give you an idea of how seriously Bardstown takes its bourbon, I present the menu from the Old Talbott Tavern.

While there are a number of distilleries with tours, my sister and I decided to visit Maker’s Mark in Loretto and I’m glad we did. Not only was the setting beautiful, but the tour was extremely interesting and we even got to chat a bit with Bill Samuels, Jr., who recounted incredible tales of life under Prohibition, his godfather Jim Beam, and how his mother designed the bottle of Maker’s Mark.

Every bourbon has its own recipe, but what makes it bourbon is that the grain content is more than 51% corn and the whiskey is aged in new, charred-oak barrels before bottling. Also, by various trade agreements, bourbon is a uniquely American product. Maker’s Mark uses corn, barley, and winter wheat (instead of rye) to make their signature product and each bottle is still hand-dipped on the assembly line. You can even dip your own bottle in the gift shop (yes, of course I did).

The dippers get into the Derby spirit.

On the day we were visiting, rather than have separate tour guides, everyone manned a different station around the large campus to answer questions and provide information. I was amazed at the science that goes into production, from the physics of storing barrels in warehouses without electricity (risk of fire), to the chemistry of fermentation and distillation, to the math of anticipating production years in advance.

Maker’s Mark is double-distilled in copper pots. The Still House was noisy as hell but smelled absolutely delicious.

I’ve always been a fan of Maker’s Mark, and to see the love and care they obviously put into this product made me happy to be one. If you find yourself anywhere in the vicinity, I highly recommend a visit.