Passing the small town of Potomac, I stopped to chat with several people in front of general store. Among them were the Halls, local ranchers that had seen the wagon across their field and decided to check me out.
With 19 miles behind me, I accepted their offer to camp on their ranch for the night. So, I did an about face and drove the 1/2 mile back to their ranch. Once again, the lads are living the easy life with a large field of green grass. With my laundry done and a great home cooked meal, Iím not far behind them.