Picture Post

The beautiful place we stayed at while at the Lake of the Ozarks. We had the whole top floor. It was spacious inside and bigger than our townhouse at home! Although much more dangerous to get to.

This is the wonderful view from the deck at the condo. The best part? No mosquiots. I'd love to sit out at night and watch the sun set to this. It was equally beautiful in the morning. Most mornings when we were there it was foggy and we watched the sun burn off the fog.



This is me. Somewhere in Missouri. Obviously pre-accident. I was having such a good time. It's incredibly powerful to know that you've driving a motorcycle across a whole state in one day. It was beautiful out and I was loving the time we were spending riding with the new places to see.


Pete and his 'happy place'. I think this was a huge stress reliever for Pete. He was so wound up from the accident and feeling guilty and trying to make sure that I was ok. He needed an outlet to have fun in. This did it. He took one round in that car and the smile never left his face from then on. He was like a little kid. It was so cool to see him like that and I'm glad that he got to enjoy some of his vacation.

Pete's bike - after his bike troubles. The shifter broke - the spline stripped away. So he has one vicegrips on the stripped control and one attached to that vicegrip. The only bad thing about it was that he had to shift his whole body over to the right and then his hip back to the left to shift. It was tiring for me so I'm going to have to go with it was tiring for him also.

So that's some of the fun we had in the Ozarks. I'd go back. But I'd go in a car and in the fall sometime to see the leaves change.

Quite some time has passed.

Normally after a good vacation I come back here, post some pictures and tell some stories. Normally. Only this time I hurt myself on day 2 of the 10 day vacation. And it dampened my vacation fun and relaxation greatly.

I did learn though. I learned that my husband is fiercly protective out me. Not that I didn't think he was that before, but it was shown to me in living color this time. I learned that he will leave all his emotions pent up inside and they will overflow at some point in tears while looking at me. I love that man. I learned that he will lovingly dress me when I can't, worry about me when I don't and love me no matter what.

I learned that I have friends who are wonderful. Who will take me to the ER in a strange city without thinking twice. Who will offer to take my bike home with no want or need for repayment. Who will stick by me and try to make me as comfortable as I can be, in my injured state.

I learned that I have a limit when riding my bike. That sometimes I get hot, tired and antsy to be where we are headed. I learned that I am no match for a steep gravel hill. I learned that I can fall off a motorcycle and do it in such a way that will limit my injury. I learned that I have much to learn about riding motorcycles.

I did not however, learn to fear motorcycles. I will ride again as soon as my arm/shoulder heals. And there will be other vacations at other times. And when I feel less mad at myself for making the choices that I did, I'll post some pictures from the vacation.