Spent the night in Malvern, AR, just short of Hot Springs. Turns out if you want a reservation in a resort-ish town on a Saturday night you need to make them more than 3 hours ahead of time. Malvern was covered last night in a strange haze, the kind where if you see it in a horror movie you assume it’s dry ice because nowhere ever really looks like that. It was crazy humid and the cicadas in the woods across the freeway were legion and vocal. The Holiday Inn Express was right off I-30 next to a Wal-Mart, and we had dinner at the Wal-Mart Subway.
The goal today is Hot Springs, then Little Rock and the Clinton Library.