Back home, cut my trip short, not sure why. Really missing Piper, the loneliness is oppressive.

I did have a couple of interesting run-ins with middle aged black ladies on this trip, both at gas stations. The first one, I was standing behind a young Mexican guy buying some stuff, wearing a hoodie and not speaking or interacting with the lady behind the counter, so I assumed he didn't speak English. When he scooted out the door I said to the woman fresh from Texas, and that really cracked her up!

The second encounter was this morning as I pulled up for coffee. I parked right next to a white van and a lady approached me in the dark and asked for gas money because her van was completely stuck. I gave her a twenty and sure enough she was in line in front of me with a gas can in her hand, so I knew it wasn't a hustle. She gave me a big smile and we fist-bumped. Made my morning.