Mr. Bullington to girls, “Did y’all
have any spooky things happen to you last night?
Mae said, “Well, I had a
dream about bunnies.” We confirmed that they weren’t murderous or rabid
bunnies. So, if you’re feeling judgy, the children survived the night in the
haunted hotel and their precious psyches aren’t irreparably harmed. That we
know of. I’m sure it’ll come out in therapy later! I am sure there will be A
LOT that comes out in therapy! We said goodbye to the resident black cat, Jasper, and
set off on our next adventure!
See ya, Jasper! |
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Thomas had a REALLY good time zip lining! He even remembered to draw his BENT KNEES. |
Mile 812- Thorncrown Chapel! Open! I’d been looking forward to seeing this structure. I found it during my research of the Eureka Springs area. Nestled in the forest, Thorncrown chapel rises 48 feet into the sky. It contains 425 windows and over 6,000 square feet of glass. It feels like you are in church but outside. I can imagine how lovely it is as the seasons change. We sat down in a pew for a few quite moments. Exhale.
Beautiful in the rain |
Mile 815- Downtown Eureka-
This little city is so weird and funky and I dig it! It feels a little bit
like a hippie commune that’s been taken over by newlyweds and tourists. Aside
from roadside attractions, knitting cozies for the trees is a thing here.
We
were driving around and we passed the turn off for “The Christ of the Ozarks”
Fist pump! We’d seen Mountain Jesus gazing down at us from atop his Craggy
throne but we weren’t sure how to get up there. Well lo and behold, we passed
the entrance and HAD to go! Thanks, Mountain Jesus! I may never get out of
Eureka Springs at this rate! Too. Many. Stops.
Little kids, Big Jesus |
Mile 817- Mountain Jesus towers 67 feet over the earth and has a 65-foot arm span. His face alone is 15 feet tall and he weighs over 2 million pounds! We learned that Mountain Jesus is part of a larger operation that includes an annual passion play and other attractions. Such as......
.......A Random piece of the Berlin Wall |
.......A Bunker in which to hide your wives |
.....An old school playground |
The kids could’ve played on
that playground another hour, but we’ve got to move on down the road to
Bentonville!
No time to nap! Time for another museum! |
Mile 855- Crystal Bridges – We made a special trip for this stop and it did not disappoint. The Walton Family had this 5-million-dollar art collection laying around and they thought it would be nice to build a museum for it, open it to the public, and then charge the public zero dollars to see it! It is one of the most stunning examples of architecture that I’ve seen and the vast collection of American Art is nothing if not spectacular. In Bentonville, Arkansas nonetheless! Who knew?
Dale Chihuly's Balls |
This is a SCULPTURE! |
Mile 857-Walmart museum-
Bentonville is the town that Walmart built. It is a little Stepfordish with
perfectly manicured lawns and clean as a whistle downtown area. The downtown
square features Sam Walton’s first store. The front is set up like an old five
and dime, but the back is a tribute to the man, the myth, the legend that started it all.
Mile 922- Thomas tells Mae to
pretend she’s in an art museum and not touch his stuff.
Mile 972 Tulsa- While not a
stop on our original itinerary, we decided to move on down the road to
Tulsa, Oklahoma. YouTube is a wonderful thing because you can torture your
children with a playlist of city themed songs. Tulsa Queen was followed by
Tulsa Time (both the Eric Clapton and Don Williams versions) and Mr. Bullington was able to
change our reservation to this cool Marriott downtown! Score!
The unloading of
Bullingtons is never an orderly endeavor. Bags and feet flying, children climbing over seats, inevitably
something spills, someone cries, and on this fair evening, a tooth popped out. Serenity now!
The kids were starving so we located a Mexican restaurant close by. We found Elote and learned that they sometimes
feature Mexican wrestling on the weekends (a la Nacho Libre). We didn’t get to
see any wrestling, but that left the ring open for the least Bullingtons to get
out a little sibling aggression. No time
like the present to wallop your sister....In the middle of a crowded restaurant.
As I surveyed the crowd, I began to
notice that the Tulsans seemed to be quite a flamboyant lot. There were big
groups of good looking men in tank tops and a few folks wearing rainbow flags
as capes. The ladies here seemed to prefer hair on the shorter side. As we left,
we heard the pop of fireworks and I quickly made the connection that it must
be Pride Weekend in Tulsa! Look, Free fireworks!!
That is a little tooth folded up in a ticket to Graceland in case the Tooth Fairy finds herself in Memphis |
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