The “almost halfway there” proclamation may have been slightly over-stated but I made it before it was too late.
The rest of the trip was mostly uneventful for me, just scattered rains and fog for the rest of the way in. But off the side of the highway, every river and creek crossing was flooded. So that’ll make things very interesting.
Evan’s Civic is running well after a replacement fuel tank sock and a richer mixture. Kate and the Jeep, who readers of this site have yet to meet, are doing well, but the A/C leaks terribly and she got a warning for speeding. I assume everything was fine for George in the Renegade, aside from stopping for gas a million times.
We’re staying at a little cabin outside Dover, Arkansas that the owner calls the “WanderLost.” At some point between poking around the place and having a celebratory “we survived the highway drive” beverage, we’ll figure out what we’re gonna do tomorrow…