Back to square one.

March 28, Hugo.

We moved to Hugo last night after a day of severe weather. As the winds whipped up a storm temperatures dropped suddenly some time in the afternoon, a cold front that had dumped a foot of snow in the northern Texas panhandle yesterday catching up with us.
The circus contracted a tractor to pull us out of the muck; the last truck was extricated way past midnight and we finally could roll. Fridman has been driving the tire truck for about a month now, so we have to wait until everybody is gone to get moving, along with the mechanics' truck, the rescue team closing the circus caravan.
We're back in Hugo after beginning the season in south Texas, the first time in the recent history of this circus that it doesn't start here, its winter quarters.
It was two o'clock in the morning before we went to bed.