Camping in Arkansas. Really.

Arkansas is kind of pretty. Who knew? We camped at Petit Jean State Park, which is about an hour or two west of Little Rock. Our campsite had full hook-ups and was on the lake, with no other camper blocking our view. Pretty nice. We camped with Rob's parents, who were on the site next to ours. There was quite a bit of room in between the sites, which we used to play washers and ladder golf and let the kids run crazy.



While in Arkansas, we did a bit of hiking at the various sites at the park. On these hikes, we saw an abandoned bear cave (This was slightly confusing to Robby, who now thought it was a beer cave.) and an ancient Indian rock house with ancient pictures drawn on the ceilings. That was really neat. They were hard to see, but once we studied the sign and looked for the red markings, we were able to make out a couple of figures.



I have always been slightly (okay, really) biased of Arkansas and other southern states. The southern accent does not do much to increase an individual's perceived IQ. Plus, Rob and I have stopped at too many yucky gas stations with creepy bathrooms and toothless cashiers. Anyway, we were pleasantly surprised with the overall prettiness of the park.