Obstacles have kept things interesting. At times on this trip nature provided the conflict. At other times we courted the hardship. The thirty-five mile journey to Jamestown was a combination of the two. Crystal and I left the room at the last possible moment. It seemed the temperature was rising but at least a light wind blew against me.
The route wove through the streets of the little college town and took me to a hill that winded into country road. The hill did little to slow the pace for the day. It must have been the sense of urgency. Dust swirled each time my feet hit the ground. I saw hidden treasures and even stumbled up a yard with a hundred or so antique cars. They begged to be discovered and restored to their former glory.Read More