The time had come to hit the bricks and make our way towards St. Louis. The house closing was coming up soon and we had some miles to start stacking on. We left Houston bright and early and were jamming through the gears by 0800. Mile after mile clicked by as the vast expanse of Texas rolled by through the windshield. We had no plan. No destination in mind. The goal for the day was to gain as much traction northward as possible. It was late in the day when we finally rolled into Hot Springs Arkansas. Four hundred miles of asphalt passed beneath Roo's tires before we laid the old girl to rest for the day. Our arrival at 1700 was to little fan fare. The park was almost empty and signs of late fall were abound. All of the trees had shuddered their leaves due to the cold. We went from summer to late fall in a single day. The low temps took us by surprise and reminded us that we were headed back to the land of winter and frost.