A second round of snow, if slightly less significant, fell Friday. This created some anxiety about the drive south, but at least I was leaving on Sunday.
Yet being a chronic worrier, I still left early in the morning worried about road conditions, worried about the route (I-40 remains closed), worried about home, worried about the dogs and SO, worried about work. But I was also leaving anticipating another week of wild hog hunting.
Sunday morning came and after taking care of the dogs and a quick shower, I was on the road. Early morning felt like even less traffic than usual - maybe a lingering hangover from the roads. I made my way south.
I listened to The Knew by Sarah Kendzior for the entire trip. I thought it was going to be a book about conspiracies that were/are real and it was ... sort of. The book was really repetitive and rambled all over at times. It seemed to often confuse and equate that which is illegal, unethical and just distasteful - which greatly distracted from her main thesis. It also came across as though once someone has done something that fits into one of these categories, everything they ever do will be criminal. I can't say I disagree with some of what she said, and there were some good nuggets. But it was all doom and gloom. I suspect if you gave Kendzior a delicious tuna sandwich, she would look at it and assume that four sea turtles were killed in its preparation.
She ended up in a circular firing squad by insinuating that everything bad could have been predicted by listening to prognosticators of conspiracies, but didn't seem to acknowledge that for every conspiracy theory that ended up being mostly correct, there are probably 80 of them that are mostly wrong. The book was a solid 1.9 stars; while some books make the drive very short, I think The Knew made it longer. I ended up finishing the drive with a podcast about coffee and caffeine - which was far more enjoyable.
But overall the drive went well - I can't complain and no sea turtles were killed. There was lots of snow near home and significant ice remaining around central Kentucky. I was able to see a glorious sunrise near the Kentucky-Tennessee border.
Instead of stopping at my "usual" place for gas and coffee, I went a little further. I was glad I did since the gas was a bit cheaper and the coffee was not terrible. I'll take both as wins for the trip.
Precipitation decreased once out of the mountains until it was gone as I descended into South Carolina's low country.
I was ready to be out of the vehicle by the time I got to Rick's. Weather was a balmy mid-40's and very sunny!
As I was unpacking, I realized I forgot my soft gun case for while going to and from the stand. I always forget something, and I guess this year it is the case. Overall not a big issue - most guys don't even use one. But I guess it will be something for me to worry about.
Rick had vaporized shortly after I got to the lodge, so I had the place to myself as Gary (hunted with him a couple times before) was already out. This gave me a chance to recover as much as possible from the drive. I probably should have walked down to the river, but just didn't feel like it.
I had a noodle bowl for dinner and shortly after dark Gary was back. He had seen one deer but no pigs. Claude and Denis are staying at Denis's house, leaving more room in the lodge!
The adventure was just beginning.
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