A coat of frost covered the world as the sun rose over the trees. The morning chill tightened my muscles and my will to get back under a blanket battled my enthusiasm while I prepared to head down "the pike". Once I got going the next two days were a stark contrast to the days since I began. After I walked past the stone that marks the middle of Arkansas people were nicer and more talkative. Some nice women got together last night and got me a room. Showers and a warm bed have given me a better attitude.
I'll write more later, now I am going to walk.