After crashing for the night in Little Rock, I got up early to make the last leg of the trip. After a less than healthy breakfast at Waffle House, I called Jen who informed me that it had was still raining after three days and they were calling for more storms (yee ha!). As I approached the Ozark Mountains in Northern Arkansas, it looked like solid rain for the next 100 miles so I doned the ‘ultra rain suit’ but somehow it held off and I made it through without getting soaked. I had much to be grateful for on this trip — getting through the mountains with no rain was just one of them!