Texarkana, TX to Little Rock, AR
With the air full of excitement about our day, we left the worst La Quinta ever, crossed the street into Arkansas, and headed to Crater of Diamonds State Park near Murfreesboro, AR. Nuvi had us exit I-30 at Hope, AR onto AR-34 north, and we passed by a FEMA installation that contained thousands and thousands of fifth wheel trailer homes ready to roll, with what appeared to be officials checking each one systematically to ensure they were still operational. It was the single largest tornado target I have ever seen.
We reached the Diamond Park a little after 10 am. Basically, the entire park is a plowed field where people keep finding diamonds at a rate of 3 a day, the largest reaching 40+ carats; which is not enough to invest in a true mining operation, but more than enough to bilk tourists out of a little cash. There are a number of ways to hunt for the diamonds at the park: dry searching, which entails walking around and looking at the ground, dry digging, which is digging random holes in the ground in the hopes of finding a honker, and wet sluicing, which is what we did in Montana at Gem Mountain to find the sapphires, using screens to wash the dirt and pebbles in a desperate attempt to have the denser diamonds settle on the bottom of the pan so when you flip the screen the shiny aims of our desire would be sitting on top of the pebble pile. We purchased tickets to enter the field and rented some prospecting equipment. Tara took her trowel and started looking for shiny objects on the surface. I filled up the bucket with shovel-fulls of dirt and headed to the water bins. Two hours later we had an expert determine that we were excellent quartz hunters and left the State Park empty handed heading into town for a place called Betty's.
Either Murfreesboro has competing restaurants called Betty's and Buddy's that fit the description of the quartz spotting expert, or they have an interesting accent in central Arkansas. Regardless, we enjoyed our lunch at Buddy's and continued on to Little Rock. We stopped twice at a Books-a-Million and a Hastings Book store. I went into the intended stores finding good deals on audio books, while Tara perused the isles of TJ Maxx and Tuesday Morning respectively.
We reached Little Rock around dinner time, checked into the Hilton Inn, paid the fee to use the wireless connection (which is completely annoying, why do I get free wi-fi at 2 star and below places, but have to pay for it at 3+ star hotels?) and placed our trust in tripadvisor.com to find an Italian restaurant. Cafe Prego was the top rated choice. It was a nice place, with good portion sizes (not too big, not too small) and very reasonable prices, but the food was only a step above alright.