Unless you’re totally addicted to work, you seize time off when you can get it. You pack your Harley/Jeep/Backpack/Buick and get the hell out of that office. I didn’t just seize my three day weekend, I grabbed it by the throat. It took me half of today to find my typing fingers, but it was worth the Saturday nap, icy beers poolside, and people watching in the Ozarks of Southern Missouri. I’m confident that this lake resort area (and the lake is beautiful) can boast the highest Mullet-Per-Capita rating in the United States, as well as its fair share of of the unwashed/overweight/Croc-wearing/Mountain Dew swilling/Natty Light drinking/candles/t-shirts/fudge shops/Christian book sellers/rusty-old-crap stores/straw hats and cheeseburger specials. I love to chat the local people up, watch them, and see where it all goes.
It was no St. Maarten, but it was AWAY, cheap and much needed. It’s not always where you go, but the fun you have, right? And when we go on the bike, it’s ALWAYS good.
These are my people and this guy’s a helluva shot!