Little Rock - Part 1

Supper Club took the show on the road to Little Rock, Arkansas over Memorial Day Weekend. This week's posts will be dedicated to our trip and this lovely town.

I thought it would be fun to do an illustrated journal, my first one ever. A small sketch pad, a pencil, a Sharpie, some colored pencils and a giant eraser was all it took to record the memories. Here are a few of the better ones (click on pictures to see them bigger)...

George and I had never seen an armadillo before so the sight of a dead one, not smashed flat as a pancake with its legs up in the air was hilarious. This is a quick sketch from what I did manage to see as we drove by. On the way home, we saw at least five more. When it rains, it pours.

Our intrepid leaders decided to take the Pig Trail, a winding, steep and scenic route to Little Rock. One problem? The Bob Mobile is a bit older, a little fragile and not too happy with having his brakes rode that hard. It got a little smoky, but good ol' Bob was a trouper. Besides, it gave us a chance to get out of the car, stretch our legs and see our second armadillo. This one was quite a bit flatter and a lot more deader. {illustration by George Vial}

 
Miss Becky, our gracious hostess, used to keep a turtle journal, marking, numbering and documenting their activity. She told me this story one afternoon, poor turtle.

Jeff mixed up this light, delicious breakfast treat: cream cheese with the juice and zest of one lemon, cucumbers, parsley, capers, wrapped in smoked salmon. I ate almost all of it by myself. So good.

Funny George making us French toast without his shirt on. That really is how his chest hair grows. 

When you follow someone, you assume they know where they're going, even when they pass the exit that says home. But it was detour day. One quick loop-de-loop and we were pointed in the right direction again. {illustration by George Vial}