Damn. Texas is big. Lots and lots of driving today. I never thought I’d be so happy to see Arkansas.
Another eight hours and another five hundred miles and we finally reached Little Rock, just in time for dinner. We found a great little place called Flying Fish and I had some awesome crawfish chowder, hushpuppies and a crawfish po’boy. It’s the simple things in life.
On the way out, I happened to notice a cool Jaws reference hanging on the wall. Well played, Little Rock. Well played.