I was within hailing distance of St Louis yesterday, so I shot straight home. I have plenty of time to explore Missouri apart from this trip, and I missed me a Milami.

It rained the entire time, but it was pretty obvious when I hit Missouri—no more defunct gas stations and towns every 40 miles or less. I guess this place isn't so bad after all.

I didn't get the camera out until I got home, too busy trying to not get killed on the superslab and staying warm. Here's the end of this leg of the trip, the N stabled with our other bikes.

Milami heard me downshift in the alley and greeted me before I'd opened the garage (it's actually our neighbour's garage, but he lets us keep our bikes in there as long as we don't mind his stuff). She allowed me a picture before she helped me out of my gear. I think she missed me.

I'll probably be home a few days/a week (Milami wants to keep me here until next Monday), and then it's off to North Carolina. We'll pick things back up then, thanks for joining me.