FRIDAY MORNING, JULY 9
MORNING

Well, I'm loadin' up the ol' wagon with provisions (most of them covered with chocolate) and gear. Headin' out with my sidekick, Amity, in a coupla hours. She don't eat chocolate, and I don't eat tofu, so we'll make good pardners.
Plan to make it to Vicksburg tonight, Memphis on Saturday night, and (maybe) pullin' into the ol' homestead by late Sunday.
Goin' northeast today, split up diagonal' through the state. NO INTERSTATES.

Did Clint Eastwood take Interstate Highways? Y' bet yer boots he didn't! And I can think of a few others who didn't: Cheyenne, Bronco Lane, Calamity Jane, Sugarfoot, Yancy Darringer, Bat Masterson, Cattle Kate, Wyatt Earp, Jesse James, Billy the Kid, Annie Oakley, and that little wagon train on th' tee-vee, pulled by them dogs and rollin' right under yer kitchen table. (Awright. So maybe not all of these wranglers were from Texas. Maybe they weren't even wranglers. What the hell is a "wrangler," anyhow? I'll have to Google it.)
For now --while my daughter is doing yoga and I crave espresso -- I yell, "Rollin', rollin', rollin'! Keep them doggies rollin'!"