Mosquito alram clocks caused this...

My first day walking in Texas turned out well. After walking out of the big city of West Orange where I'd spent Wednesday afternoon doing some heavy maintenance on Australia I worked my way from "Old 90" to Texas-62 and headed north. The road opened wide with a pull-off lane and a south wind, Mauriceville came into to sight and we got a ride to get the support van with daylight to spare. I have 'till mid-April for this little walk (our sixth) so I have decided to head for the little towns of Dallas/Fort Worth. If I get there with time to spare I might head for Arkansas. Last summer I left Sheboygan Wisconsin saying I was walking 'till I saw snow fall, I was on the southern edge of Muskogee five months later, was heading for Arkansas, when the snow melted on my cheeks. I had been short of snow twice, once by thirty miles and again by ten miles, and I don't recommend setting a goal with such an open ended climax. When I was aroused by a mosquito bite on the palm of my calloused hand at 2:45 AM. I longed for the frigid weather for a moment. There's no special reason for this rambling paragraph, just that I wanted to write something other than the thought that I had in my head as got up scratching and saw the county police lights next door at the gas station. He was letting some kid go home when he probably should have hauled him off or at least cal his parents for his drunken stupidity. After walking thru Louisiana my ability to spell is all messed up. The thought I can't get out of my head is-- Don't taiz me braoux! -- the police officer followed the boy home. When the sun comes up I'll be heading for the next blinkin' light sixteen miles up the road.