Day 472 of Life on the Road as a Family, Little Rock, AR

IMG_6771The dogs and I enjoyed the view on our morning walk.  Not as good as the Gulf sunrises, but still a positive way to start our day.  The river is the Arkansas.  To my left hidden behind a tree is a homeless man’s tent, behind me to my left is the RV park where we are staying, and to my right is Clinton’s presidential museum.  There is a huge homeless population here and it is very sad to see.  Not as bad as New Orleans, but still, very sad.  I looked online to see how many shelters they have, only found 2.  (Maybe they are called something else.)  I saw a blatant drug deal in the parking lot under the bridge and 4 people sleep in the shade shelters on a little nature trail 1/4 mile from the presidential museum.  For all the work they are doing to make the town livable and bring in new business, they are still missing this piece.  We saw on the morning news that Little Rock was named the murder capital for small cities and we weren’t surprised. The library where we study has security guards that roam around and you have to ask for a key for the bathroom.  It reminds me of one of those sci-fi movies set in the future when the world is falling apart.  We’ve met many nice people here, however, so I have hope for Little Rock.  I just wouldn’t want to live here without doing something to help.

About sallyljacobson

I live in paradise again, Bend Oregon, after a 19 month RV trip around North America with our 2 teenagers and 2 dogs. It was the adventure of a lifetime, and now I'm on to my next one - selling real estate to those lucky enough to move to Bend. The trip blog is and my current blog is Follow along, I'd love to be in touch with you!

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