After the finale and raffle give away that evening (digressing for a moment... this was honestly the low point of the whole event. It seemed like the organizers were poorly organized and easily distracted. I guess I'm just surprised that after so many years, it's still a little rocky) we said our goodbyes out on the deck, and headed out for an anniversary dinner at a nearby lodge recommended by Rusty and his wife. The name of this lodge escapes me. Edit: Tapaco Lodge I think?
On the way down, a young gentleman in a boosted Z urged me forward at great speed; the drive for food was definitely more aggressive than I'm accustomed to. My wife was a champion co-pilot throughout.
The inn location was beautiful! Right down beside the water. The sounds of nature mingling with the gentle roar of modified Z cars cruising nearby
Now that's tranquility.
We wrapped up the evening by following a questionable gps signal through back roads in the mountains to our AirBnB location. At a few points I was seriously wondering where we'd end up, but turned out ok. Did the drive home the next day. Spotted 1 guy trailoring his Z on the way back, and had an obligatory stop at Golden Corral for a food orgy and carb coma.