Arkansas Is Worse Than New Jersey

Crossing the Mississippi... notice all of the dead bugs on the windshield. 

Once the sun set, we made our way through our beloved Memphis and across the Mississippi River into what I now consider to be my new New Jersey.  No offense to Hoboken or Sochas, but New Jersey gives me the schkeeves.  Yesterday, Arkansas brought that feeling to a whole new level.

Even in the dark, we saw the affect the flooding had on this already questionable state.  Sarcasm aside, my heart really does break for the southerners affected by this tragedy but all that water made the air stink, sort of how the air smells when you drive through New Jersey. 

We had originally planned to make an overnight stop in AR after the highway detour that was in place due to the flooding.  But after stopping at a gas station and seeing the creeps that are out after midnight on a Monday, we were hell bent on getting over the border to TX.  Our car was filled with our most dear belongings (Evan’s guitars, my KitchenAid) and we didn’t want to risk losing our things to a hill-people break in.

Out first look at Dallas around 6am

That being said, I think our actions speak louder than words here- we had been in the car for almost 20 hours and instead of stopping in Arkansas, drove straight through to Texas. 

Maybe our experience there was an anomaly, I hear Bentonville (where Walmart is headquartered) is lovely but I don’t think we’ll be taking a day trip to Arkansas anytime soon.  Except, of course, to visit Bill Clinton’s birthplace.