The last leg

By the time we got to Lake of the Ozarks, Harley was beat and we grabbed a hotel room. Neither John nor I were to keen on going through deer country at night, especially after we drove by an accident scene where a car had hit a very large buck just minutes before we passed by. Once at the hotel, we repaired my gear shifter lever which had worked itself loose, and then caught some shuteye. The next morning we hit the road again and were home around 2:30 that afternoon.