A venture to this state park is on the must-do list for many, the park being the only spot in North America where you can dig for diamonds and other gemstones and keep your finds.
SCHLAFLY PUB CRAWL
6 p.m. Argenta. Free.
While the Times staff tends to prefer being anchored to a rock-solid bar stool while drowning our considerable sorrows in suds, we can't help but see the charm in a pub crawl, one of those shambling pilgrimages that — in our experience, at least — inevitably ends in prayer at the porcelain altar. Now we've got a crawl of our own, a sorta-spinoff of our recent, wildly successful Arkansas Times Craft Beer Festival. On Wednesday, Schlafly Beer of St. Louis and the Times will shepherd a North Little Rock pub crawl to benefit the Argenta Arts Foundation, with specials on Schlafly beers. First stop will be Cornerstone Pub and Grill, where Schlafly Brewery co-founder Dan Kopman will debut a rare craft beer for the brew-geek faithful. Second hour will be at Reno's Argenta Cafe with yet another rare Schlafly brew on the menu, then a wobble up the street to Cregeen's Irish Pub for the third hour and yet another rarity. There will be specialty and market beers at each stop, with Kopman answering questions and talking about the secrets of brewing. Bonus: Free Schlafly pint glasses while supplies last, and people who show up at all three bars will be eligible for a free raffle to win more Schalfly's gear, including T-shirts, caps and a personalized neon sign. DK
ERIC CHURCH, JUSTIN MOORE
7:30 p.m. Verizon Arena. $49-$59.
Now this right here is a pairing of what Nashville tells us is Outlaw Country. Firstly, you've got Eric Church, who's written songs like "Drink In My Hand," "Hungover & Hard Up," "Jack Daniels" and "I'm Gettin' Stoned" (and those are just off his most recent album). When I saw that he has a tune called "Two Pink Lines" I thought, man, this dude really is an outlaw. But alas, the lines Church refers to are those on a home pregnancy test, not the kind that got Ty Herndon and Jeff Bates in trouble. Still, the song fits into a couple of well-worn country modes that Church has down pat: songs that celebrate partying and songs that lament the repercussions of partying. Second on this bill is Arkie Justin Moore. Now, your big-city, pinko, commie, bleedin' heart, Democrat-Party-lovin', Kombucha-drinkin', yoga-doin' gun-grabbers probably don't care too much for ol' Moore because he loves guns and freedom. He's a small-town feller (raised in Poyen) who only moved to Nashville on account of it's hard to have a big-time country career there in Grant County. Or at least that's what they tell me. Moore loves guns so much he wrote a song called "Guns." When the Times staff heard it last year, we couldn't resist pokin' a little bit of good-natured fun. How could we resist, especially with bons mots like "Why don't you go bust them boys that's sellin' crack" and "Come on man it ain't like I'm a slingin' 'em on the block." Get it? Wink-wink. Moore's the right kind of gun-owner, not like, you know, those other ones. Opening the show is Kip Moore, no relation to Justin, so probably don't ask about it if you run into him. RB
12:30 a.m. Midtown. $5.
This weekend, Central Arkansas gets not one but two shows from Eric Sommer, without a doubt one of the most battle-tested road warriors on the singer/songwriter circuit today, and certainly one of the most fleet-fingered guit-pickers around. He's got some serious range, from power-pop to upbeat slide blues ravers to earnest Americana and chiming Fahey-type instrumental fingerpicking. Sommer usually plays Midtown when he comes through the area, and from what I hear he's built up a good following there. But if Midtown's smoky 12:30 a.m. start time is a little on the late side for you, you can check out Sommer at a free 18-and-older show at 7 p.m. Sunday at Stickyz. He's got new tunes in store, including the sunny-sounding "Sunny Afghanistan," a mocking paean to the life of a gun runner, "dealing automatic weapons by the ton" and "Doin' Wrong," a tale of a plague of bad luck that ends with the protagonist "livin' in a Laundromat." RB