Mystical or not, this interesting little town draws a steady stream of tourists, nearly a million per year and is a popular place for motorcycle rallies and bike adventures. See more Eureka Springs Rides.
I was due to meet friends on the highway in a few hours, and any mystical powers of Eureka Springs had to be absorbed as I passed through. In my brief tour of the town, I didn’t experience any noteworthy spiritual revelation. I did, however, get a speeding ticket later in the day. Perhaps my neurological path was accelerated a bit. Or maybe I just wasn’t paying attention . . .
The final leg of the day’s ride took me west of Eureka Springs on highway 62, which snaked up and into the low mountains of Boone County. A scenic drive on 187 dips south and west to run along Beaver Lake was tempting, and looked to be a good option for someone with time and two wheels.
My spring ride in the Ozarks ended a few hours later, as I turned north to head back to the still-frozen pavement of my native Minnesota. I’d soon be back home, telling stories to my friends and family about the trip. Travel does that—gives you stories to tell--and my favorite trips are those that send you home with great tales to spin.
When I think back to this ride, my favorite memory is of the Ozark Café, a place where daily legends are as deeply ingrained in local culture as the stripes of Ozark mountain pavement tumbling across the Ouachita Mountains.