heat wave

Up early but still ended up riding in 108 degree heat after well-meant direction to a place that at one time had water and usable pens, but had since been abandoned.

I had used up the last of our water, expecting a camping spot with a well. We were dry. 1:00 in the afternoon. Nothing but fields and empty roads for miles around.

Climbed fences, braved guard donkeys, trespassed, anything to get water... will write more later.

Happily, ended up at Joe and Kris K.'s place north of a cotton gin. They welcomed us without a second thought. Walter in pen, me in house, we both need rest and will stay here an extra day.