Weekends

 So, a few posts back, I told you how we travel for about 300 miles, then stay about a week.  I also mentioned that we like to travel on the weekends, having found campgrounds to be crowded and noisy on the weekends.

Well, where, then, do we stay on the weekend?

I will say it again, because I haven't used the word enough; weekend.

We have found a club of sorts, called Harvest Hosts.  (They are paying me nothing to talk about them, by the way.  This is just something I'm doing out of the goodness of my heart, and to have something to post about)  This is an organization of mostly breweries and distilleries, but also farms, museums, and other sites, that have the room to allow RVs to spend the night.  Or two.  Sometimes, 3.  The stay is free, although there is a yearly fee for access to their list of members, and they also encourage you to somehow participate in the business.  This may be by having a tasting, or buying some product, or touring a museum.

Since we have been on the road, we have stayed at 4 breweries, 2 distilleries, 3 wineries, 1 farm, a ranch, 1 nursery, a museum, and a bison ranch.  Our hosts have been beyond pleasant, always welcoming, their businesses have been fun, although sometimes very expensive.  We have really enjoyed our weekends, staying with them. It's usually a quiet night in a location where much fun can be had, but that ends at a decent time for enough sleep to drive the next day. (This contrasts to the one weekend we stayed in a campground, where the neighbors watched kickboxing on their outdoor tv at full volume until 3am Sunday, and the other when the noise just did not quit)  

This weekend, in particular, we stayed at 2 breweries.  One was where we experienced our first camping snowfall.  The other was on the grounds of the former Ft Chaffee, where Elvis in-processed into the Army.  (He stayed there a full 4 days)


It looks worse than it was.  While it "stuck" till morning, it was melted before lunch.


Our address for the second night.



Freya had to visit her grandpa.





The Veterans of the Vietnam War post, on post.


Here it is, the barbershop where Elvis's locks fell to the floor.


A friendly place with good beer and good pork tacos.  (That blur to the left is the bartender who saw me lift my phone for this shot, and tried to scoot!)


If you ever hit the road, this is the club.  If you already are on the road, and aren't a member, why not?

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