Morning came early as I got up at my usual time for work. I got ready quickly and was out the door by a little after 4:00. Weather was relatively warm for the time of year, with a light rain falling. The rain persisted, very lightly for the first half of the trip. Mostly this was just seen by wet roads.
Quite a bit is going on right now. So much, that I wasn't sure I was actually going to be able to make my annual trip to South Carolina to hunt wild boar. There were several heavy things on my mind as I headed south; deep in thought, I blew through a stop sign very near home. This is through an intersection I drive through relatively often so it was a wake-up call. The rural area I live in is devoid of activity at 4:00, but it was a message to pay attention with a long drive ahead.
As could be predicted, traffic was non-existent on an early Sunday morning. Once on the interstate, I listened to the book How Starbucks Saved My Life by Michael Gates Gill. It was a book about a man who grew up in a privileged environment, had a high level advertising job and family, then lost it all. He ended up working at Starbucks and loving it. For whatever reason, I found parallels to some of the stuff going on. Not that these parallels really existed, it was just my frame of mind.
As with previous trips, I saw the sunrise near the Kentucky/Tennessee border. With the clouds breaking it was very pretty. As the sun rose, sun blindness was actually a problem which is a good problem to have compared to years where bad weather chased me south.
I made it to the lodge in about 11 hours, so good time was made. No one was there so I hung out and almost fell asleep until Rick came back. He was with another hunter who had just gotten to camp named Joe. We talked a bit until Jessie and Robert arrived with their son Cody.
We ate dinner at the lodge followed by generally BSing and getting to know each other. I was having a hard time staying awake, and so turned in for the night relatively early.
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