A basset hound flashed across two lanes of 70mph traffic just in front of us. Short little legs are a blur as he turns up a gravel lane heading for home, we presume. A huge skunk flops limply out of both sides of his mouth. I’m sure he’s thinking “look what I found!”.

It is Interstate all the way ‘til we settle into camp at Deam Lake SRA just north of Louisville. It is a nice quiet space convenient to family.