IT’S DRY AS A POWDER HOUSE HERE. . One footfall on the dirt roads stirs up a cloud of dust. Maggie races back to my whistle like she was sliding into home base, eager for that bite of dog biscuit. The wave of dirt in her wake washes over my jogging shoes, turning my socks gray.
I hope it rains before we go back to North Carolina for the final pack-up.
We plan to leave early tomorrow morning for that 502 mile drive. Takes about 9 hours, counting rest stops and lunch at Sprayberry’s Barbecue in Newnan, Georgia.