How fruitless all our suffering would have been if I allow myself to rely on anything other than the Minnow and my strength of will to make it all the way to New Orleans. I think not, for I would only be cheating myself. But I admit it's tempting. Today was so very hot and humid. The only way I got through it was to keep a plastic cup of ice in the Minnow with me, and every once in awhile dip a washcloth into it and run the cool rag over my face and arms.
Dale looks haggard and worn.
My parents noticed it immediately, yesterday. I feel so bad that I have gotten him into this. We have such a wonderful marriage but, like all marriages, it's not without the occasional spat. This trip has been a real test of our relationship. I worry about his safety as much as he worries about mine and our nerves were on edge.