If I can make it through the day, Mr. Demosthenes and I are heading off to another patch of woods: specifically, the Ozarks. More specifically: we're heading for the "sprangs" (that's Arkansan for springs).
We've kept our tax refund in a safe place (buried next to the cluster oak in the woods) and have dithered for months about how to spend it. The Black Hills? North Carolina? What to do?
We've earmarked the money (ooo-bad word) for a vacation. And we're making ourselves spend it on us. (Not our usual inclination - any $$$s usually go into our money pit of a house).
We're overworked, overtired, occasionally overwraught. Battered body and soul. It's time to head for the springs.
Others around the world understand the healing power of the baths. I guess Americans just move too fast.
So tomorrow we're going to pack up the truck and head south. I found a new scenic drive we've not taken before, and we're bringing our equiment to camp along the way.
The ultimate destination: the Arlington Hotel in Hot Springs. We've signed up for two two-day packages, which includes a couple of free baths and massages. (The Bath Department - circa the 20's - is on the 3rd floor. You just get on the elevator in your bathrobe and voila'. You're there.)
We've done this a couple times before and it's WONDERFUL. We usually wind up spending our first couple days either in hot water, eating off the room service menu, or sleeping.
My idea of vacation heaven.
Friday, October 17, 2008
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