Skipping out of town on a random Wednesday afternoon, I headed south into the Lake of the Ozarks. The mission for the the day was to meet with an old friend I had not seen or heard from in a very long time.
The journey took about as much time as expected, with the winds and temperatures of a looming cold front chasing me the entire way. The cloudy skies did not follow along at all, thankfully. Clear blue skies dominated the afternoon in this neck of the woods. "Chances R" hosted an excellent lunch for us, where the Catfish were extremely well fed and very delicious.
While the time and the food were more than we really wanted to leave, rampaging deer populations intent on impaling themselves upon any vehicle available generally encourage departure in sufficient time to ensure a keen ability to spot them before the opportunity arrives.
I had intended to simply return the way I had come. It had been pleasant enough rolling down MO-135 but I missed my turn, semi-intentionally. Heading north through Gravois Mills, I found a once booming economic hub now a shadow of its former self, though still offering the perfect sort of escape on the edge of the Ozark insanity.
The remainder of the journey proved mostly unremarkable. A pause in Sedalia offered up an interesting older piece of art on the side of a building. Beyond that, I found little else worth a pause, only a detour. Someone had fouled up the flow of things along US-50 right at MO-13, forcing a detour to the north. This forced an encounter with I-70 and major construction, somewhat ruining what was other was a great out on the road.
