King Biscuit Blues Festival

The Deco design Hotel Seville in Harrison, Ark was a delight to stay in and we enjoyed dinner there and made some new friends.

We visited Eureka Springs and had lunch in the old downtown area and had to add on some home made dessert. Lots of motorcycles there as it is only a short ride from Fayetteville. The loop on the old highway 62B was lined with Victorian homes and tall trees - very attractive. The Springs are not note worthy and had names like Black sulfur and Arsenic. This chapel is located a couple of miles west of Eureka Springs and is very interesting, both the story behind it and sitting inside of it with music playing in the background and looking at all of the trees outside.

Next stop was Helena for the King Biscuit Flour Hour Blues Festival. We had arranged to meet up with Bill, Joe's brother-in-law on Tuesday. We caught up with him at the campground and I went to pick up my Vixen motor home. We had a very spacious camp spot on the edge of town and we met several other campers. We took Bill's truck and toured over to Clarksdale, Mississippi, and the Shack Up Inn, where we had camped two years ago. The place had expanded quite a bit and is worth stopping in when you are in the area. Thursday we went to the Festival and stayed all day. We were all disapointed with the style of music being played. I was counting on old style piano and guitar slow strumming and singing, but it was more high energy electric guitar and drums with a bit of rap/blues singing. We did finally find some buskers (street performers) that met our expectations.


So Friday morning, I decided to move on, the Festival just wasn't doing it for me. Joe and Bill concurred and we took the long way back towards Nashville, Joe's home. The tires on my new to me trailer looked a bit low and on checking, one had 6 lbs and the other 10 lbs, both showing major cracking on the outside. The trailer was 6 years old and barely used, but the tires had rotted in the sun. So two new Goodyears from very helpful people and we were on our way, only to have the trailer hitch break off of the Vixen when we pulled into a gas station. Luckily, this didn't happen while on the road as we could have done some major damage to the bikes. $50 and an hour later and we were good to go, this time with a second safety chain tied to the frame of the Vixen.


This is in front of Joe and Diane's home in Southwest Nashville and Bill's Airstream on Saturday. I left later to visit a friend of mine east of Nashville.