Hope

Tonight, Hope is more than a virtue. It's also where we are. Hope, Arkansas: the birthplace of Bill Clinton as it turns out. I picked it to overnight because it is small and the parking lot is big. Sadly the only meal within walking distance is KFC. We skipped that. Also, the house-made labels on the air conditioning unit are interesting.

Fuel consumption has almost doubled with the added weight of the trailer, and we have become fans of Love's truck stops and gas at $2.49 a gallon. But the trailer is riding perfectly. Each day adds to my respect for long-distance truckers.

Tomorrow it's on to Cotulla -- another 910km on top of the 880 we did today. Sunday morning: the Mexican border.