The road walk into town was not something I recommend doing at night. I could have kept running, but as the sun set, the forest turned into the most beautiful pine path I may gave ever seen.
The moon was shining through the trees, and quite frankly, I wanted to stay there all night - maybe forever.
I stopped quite a bit to just experience the night.
By the time I got to the road, there was no chance for a hitch. Even if a hitch were to be a good idea in the time Covid, no one is going to pick me up after dark.
So I walked the road, pushing up against the narrow shoulder when cars passed by.
Halfway into town, I started passing extravagant mansions; some of the seemed like castles. One castle in particular had some dogs…dogs that were getting louder and louder as they got closer.
The front lawn was at least a quarter mile long, so I wasn’t quite sure if they were surely closing in, or whether they would eventually stop.
For sure, I had no real way to defend against dogs if cars were passing by and I was stuck on a shoulder. I would have to go over the gulley and onto the lawn and into the dogs’ territory.
Fortunately, the barking stopped getting louder as I passed by.
As I walked onto downtown Cave Spring, my walking stick no longer had a purpose. The passers by wouldn’t think twice about someone with a pack, but didn’t know what to think of a hooded figure with a walking stick.
I am. Tempire the bare. I shall pass.