By hook and by crook.

Waking up in the car, still in the parking lot of the Seven Feathers gas station, was uncomfortable. We seem to have done a lot of car sleeping this year, but it is never comfortable. What is worse is that in whatever language the Seven Feathers tribe uses, their translation of coffee is something along the lines of "hot non potable brown water." So we had to start driving without coffee. We eventually stopped to get coffee, food, and directions to the place where we needed to return the car since we were only about an hour away. After a hassle at the rental agency which wanted to charge me more for returning the car early, we came to an agreement where I would just leave them the car but return three hours later so it could be counted as the next day. We set our to waste time and write the blog at a coffee shop while we both waited for Hertz's "next day" and for Wes to get off of work. We rode back to Wes's place, which is pretty grand, and after a shower, headed back to officially hand over the car, get dinner, and proceed to a bar so that Wes could "Buck." We found that this means playing the arcade version of Big Game Hunter on safari mode. Alyssa and I watched for a moment but, skeptical about the fun that could be had in shooting digital wildebeest, settled on shuffle board where Alyssa thoroughly frustrated and beat me.