01/22/2026
A Cold Weekend in Hot Springs
Mrs. Truvy rolled into Gulpha Gorge Campground ready for a weekend in Hot Springs, Arkansas. We settled in at the national park site and headed straight for DeLuca’s Pizzeria—one of our absolute favorite spots. It’s the kind of restaurant that just gets it right every time. I went rogue and ordered their award-winning cheeseburger at a pizza place—believe it or not—and it absolutely delivered. We got the lasagna rolls, which disappeared faster than our firewood that night. Back at camp, we sat by the fire, that particular kind of tired-happy you only get from good food and good company.
Day two, we headed into town. The Ohio Club sits there like a living piece of history—wooden bar, tin ceiling, the whole atmosphere thick with stories. This was one of Al Capone’s operations back when he ran a string of bars and casinos through the area. You can almost see the fedoras and cigarette smoke. We ended up talking with a couple of fellow travelers at the bar, swapping road stories the way you do when everyone’s far from home.
Short hike, campfire nights, great food, better company. Hot Springs delivered exactly what we needed, and Mrs. Truvey was the perfect home base for all of it.
