After three hours of recognizing absolutely none of the scenery, and fairly certain we had crossed into another state, I casually inquired as to whether we were traveling in the right direction. Rathy reassured me that he had everything sorted, and he had the official bar of BROstock (Captain Ron’s) locked into Google Maps. After driving another hour, Rathy lets us know we are only five minutes away, but at this point I’m calling bull$#&@. By then it should have been obvious that we were nowhere near where we needed to be. Either that or Lake of the Ozarks had seen some serious urban sprawl and expansion. I opened my Google Maps and added the destination, which quickly proved we had driven almost five hours in the opposite direction … and into a different state.