October 21

As good a day as yesterday was bad. Cool, sunny weather, light tailwinds, no hills. I'm drying my tent on a fire road in a National Forest, with the intention of pitching it, if nobody objects. So far nobody has taken any interest. I would have gone further back on the fire road, but it is deer season -which lasts in the South until Jan. 1 st.

I'm still trying to allay the anxiety. Belay it. It's hard to do. I curse at drivers who get right behind me and give me a blast on their horn - old women and teenage boys, mostly. I could say they share many characteristics, but that would be counter-productive to what I'm trying to do, which is to cultivate a bountiful heart towards them, and all beings. Thank God for Budweiser.