With gear packed and chain lubed I headed out early. I had to be home tonight. I paused for a pic at the Petit Jean river just west of the park and those sweet switchbacks.
I caught Hwy 27 and paused in Mt. Ida for a late breakfast.
The Hooters in Texarkana was sponsoring a bike wash but I resisted even though the old 919 really needed a bath. Sorry no pics.
I pulled in around 6:30pm. 4,062 glorious miles, 19 states - 11 of them new and a bazillion bugs.
Here's this page in my coloring book:
Oh, and that little job awaiting my return . . . .