We decided to actually play tourist for the rest of the day and scope out some of the area in Little Rock. We stumbled upon Burns Park, an amazingly organized state park with compartmentalized areas for every type of sport you can think of... there was a section for basketball, rugby, soccer, tennis, fitness, archery, volleyball, racquetball, softball, 2 golf courses, and more. I turned to Steve asserting that this must have been an old military camp because of its ultra-organized layout, only to find out later that indeed it was. You want to know another reason I was suspicious of this? Because I actually read a sign that stated, "This is an old military training facility. If you find any explosives, leave area immediately and call 911." I just stood there with my mouth opened, wondering, "Now what if we didn't make it out of the park to call 911?" This would never have lasted in California, one of the litigious capitals of the world.
We cruised through some of the old neighborhoods to check out the architecture and then tiredly returned to our hotel. It was another early night and we passed out once again early.
The next morning was an early one once again, with Steve up at 7 a.m. It was the 22nd and our plan was to reach Nashville, Tennessee by early afternoon. We were anxious to meet up with our friend Ari Kopel and review a property that she wanted us to check out in Bath Springs. Our plan was to stay on the property and walk the area to see what energetic pull we got.