Anxious
It is always the way. I will need to return to the Eastern U.S. in two days so this will be my last long day. I am glad to be well into Stage 10 yet am anxious to take a break again. Fortuitously, I find an n enjoyable side road dotted with new estate homes where corn fields once ruled. By mid afternoon the storm clouds have rolled in, the wind has kicked up and I am galloping to get back to my support vehicle before the downpour soaks me through. Sadly, I do not make it in time. But, that is how life works on the road.
Anxious