Some of the best motorcycle roads in Missouri are in the Lake-of-the-Ozarks area; this is the part of the country where Cliff's mom and dad were born and raised, so he has relatives throughout the area. On the way down yesterday we stopped by Aunt Gertrude's and took pictures of a white Honda Gold Wing her son, Cliff's cousin, wants to sell; I'm going to put it on Craigslist for him and see what happens.
We spent a tourist-y afternoon and evening in Osage Beach, Missouri. I got myself a couple of marked-down bargain souvenirs at a T-Shirt shop near where we were staying, and I managed to talk Cliff into joining me in the motel swimming pool, since nobody else was using it.
Heading back toward home this morning, we arrived at his cousin's house at 7:30 AM; Juanita was up, but Wayne was still in bed. They seemed to be glad to see us, in spite of our arriving so early.
Son-in-law Kevin was barbecuing today, and we got back in plenty of time to enjoy his superb skills. Rachel did well with the marinades and side dishes, too. And her mother-in-law made Ree's recipe for bacon-wrapped jalapeño thingies. I can't tell you how great those were, and my stomach is still much too full because of them. It's Rachel's fault: I ate the last two as a favor to her because she wanted to wash the platter. It's the sort of supreme sacrifice a mother makes for her baby girl.
Now Cliff is contentedly playing... er, uh, working on a lawn mower in his shop.
Life is good.