A long trip.

April 9, Harrison.

Long long trip this morning, the landscape still beautiful but getting blurry as the road stretched ahead, small farms, cattle farms, hilly and curvy the route said again, and one curve starts looking much like the next, and there are still miles to cover. Leaving the town of Ozark we crossed the Arkansas river and the road started winding through the Ozark National Forest, Mulberry Mountain, "Very Crooked and Steeped Next 3 Miles" said the signs. The circus truck Fridman drives, a pickup pulling some of the bleachers and the spare tires, pretty much dies going uphill so I passed him and drove ahead for much of the trip. About ten miles before Harrison a circus private truck and trailer were pulled over on an uphill section of the small highway, emergency lights on; it was difficult to stop on the narrow, curvy highway but we all did, to help, Fridman, Hector, and I; the transmission had apparently given out. Too many hills over too many years in the circus.