The morning storms and rain lulled me to sleep. When I awoke the front had blown past Bay St. Louis and it's edge was over the Bay. It was ten o'clock. I put my boots back on, donned my pack and rolled away. The paints I'd applied yesterday were rinsing away on the grass and road. The winds behind the front from the west, I pushed against the World for each step. Today was a mule day, I was the mule. Plenty of people stopped to talk, take pictures and talk some more. I found that I would not be able to stop at a facility a few miles past Waveland I had planned to get to. It didn't matter in the end, the winds were so strong and the conversations of the day only allowed me to get to the edge of Waveland. This was a day of few miles but a few of those who stopped left me saying they would walk more; I had a good day walking a few miles and accomplished my purpose for walking.
Wind or not, tomorrow I have a long day of more than twenty miles. I hope to get up and going before sunrise. I'll be walking after dark. An adventure! Walk for yourself, feel better.