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Pedals, Pain, and Peace
Discovering Arkansas’ Hidden Hot Springs by Bike
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You don’t always know what you’re chasing when you’re on a bike.
Sometimes it’s freedom. Sometimes it’s silence. But on this ride through Arkansas, it was relief.
The climb had been punishing — my legs burning, my water running low. I wasn’t expecting anything more than a place to catch my breath. Instead, I rolled straight into steam rising from a secluded grove. Locals waved me over like I was late for something sacred.
They weren’t wrong.
After a brutal ride through Arkansas, a hidden hot spring offered more than rest — it delivered healing, connection, and unexpected clarity.
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The Road Up Nearly Broke Me
Every cyclist knows the moment when the hill wins. It whispers doubts with every pedal stroke. But on that stretch of Arkansas road, the summit wasn’t the reward. It was what came after. Nestled in the trees, a spring gurgled like it had been waiting for…
