It’s strange how things work sometimes. The day involving
the least walking is the day when I end up the most tired. Granted, my tiredness
during a given day isn’t determined by the amount of aggregate exercise done
that day, unless my tiredness sensors can somehow predict how much exercise I’ll
be getting throughout the rest of the day – in which case, they need to be applying
that ability to the useful parts of my brain. In any event, it’s probably the
cumulative effect of several long days and of staying up too late to write. So
thanks, guys. This is all your fault.
None of that prevented us from having a full busy day as we
journeyed from the Midwest through the heart
of the South. Tonight we’re in Memphis
(and yes, every time I say, hear, or think the name of this city, that song
gets stuck in my head. There are definitely worse songs for that to happen
with, though). Getting here took us through this trip’s first first-time state –
Arkansas.
I have no pictures of the other 75 miles of Arkansas we traversed today, mainly because the farms
there look pretty much the same as the farms in Missouri or Indiana
– large and flat. There were some oddly shaped irrigation ditches on some
plots, and we had a flyover from a crop duster, but that was about all Arkansas had to offer. Not
even a travel center to stop and buy a refrigerator magnet. So on to Tennessee it was.
