Day 5 - Memphis KOA, Marion, Arkansas

We were forced into a deluxe site in  KOA campground in Nashville since our motorhome is 42 feet. The sites were paved with perfect grass, fire pits, synthetic patio furniture, ample space and beautifully landscaped. So as we were leaving DH had his nose out of joint cause I neglected to tell him the place had a hot tub. I didn't tell him because I didn't know it either. Say bye to Nashville! I plotted the Garmin which should be called the Gremlin for the Memphis KOA which had a weird address of I-55 as the street when in fact it is on a service road. As we were headed to the campground, we saw a brown sign for a Railroad Hotel Museum at the next exit which I quickly Googled to find what it was and whether or not it was worth going to? Also how far away it is from the Interstate? So this particular thing was 15 minutes away. So I mapped it and found out that it was in the heart of a small town. So I suggested dropping the RV off at a shopping center and taking the car in to town. But No, that makes too much sense. DH drove to the museum and said is there any parking? Yes but not for Big Bertha and her Gal Sal. So here is this tiny one way street and DH says, "I think I can make the turn?" I say No Way! He then says how did U get him in this predicament? Ha! I said you did it yourself as I told you to drop the motorhome and go by SUV. So finally I told him to go straight and fortunately there was a big empty lot which he had to jump the curb to get into. So we drive all the way across the lot to park. The museum is relatively small but there is a very knowledgeable docent giving a tour. Which we were able to join. The highlight of the museum for me was that they had a HO scale railroad layout set up in two of the rooms upstairs. It's kind of funny that this hotel was for men only, the hotel for women was on the other side of the tracks in town. The docent plugged an eatery called the Front Porch for lunch. So we decided to check it out.
I ordered a chicken quesadilla, rice and black beans; DH ordered a Rueben except he subbed coleslaw for sauerkraut; and MIL ordered two salmon patties, stewed potatoes and white beans. MIL ordered a mile high chocolate cream pie slice for dessert which we shared. Both DH and I liked our main meal. I didn't like the black beans, and MIL thought her beans were salty but tasty. She liked the flavor of the salmon cakes but felt they were dry. The pie had about and inch thickness of chocolate pudding and it was piled high with tasteless meringue which we took off. DH tasted it and decided it was like shaving cream. We decided it might have been as it was done in the movie Jurassic Park. We left there and headed to the campground. On the way we stopped at a Pilot and got diesel. In the parking lot which was full of trucks there were two ways to the pumps. So DH was convinced that the route toward the pumps was blocked by a truck that was backing into a space. I said I was pretty sure that it was the other route. So once the truck moved he could see that I was right. So he said, "You are right!" I said, "What? I didn't here you?" So he said, "You were right!" So after we got diesel we headed for the Memphis KOA in Arkansas. We are driving on I-55 when we drive by the KOA. The Gremlin has not said a peep about getting off at the exit we just passed. So DH gets off at the next exit and does a loopy loop over the Interstate. First before he makes the turn, straight ahead is a field of cotton. So while we are driving down the access road the Gremlin is spouting off all types of crazy directions as it as no idea where we are? Since we stopped at the other museum everything I had scheduled for Memphis was tossed out the window. However, I am going to see if we can stay another night here so we can go to Memphis tomorrow. In addition I didn't make reservations on the weekend in Hot Springs and the campgrounds are all booked, but I was able to get reservations for Sunday. When we got to the campground they had pulled pork sandwiches for sale which we ordered. They were delivered to our RV and they were good except for the coleslaw which was too vinegary for our tastes. After dinner we all went to the local grocery store. The young girl who checked us out didn't know what bell peppers were which I thought was amusing but I was nice believe it or not and didn't break out laughing. MIL couldn't believe as to what the store was presenting as French bread and there were no fruit like strawberries, blue berries, raspberries or the like. She couldn't even find frozen fruit. Of course we are in a very rural area. Back to the motorhome we went to watch a remake of True Grit.