Yeah, once the sky went from blue to storm in a heartbeat. I pulled over, found a wide stretch of highway with a decent rest stop, and set up my tarp in the shade of a tree. I wrapped the canvas, tossed a few stones to keep the wind from rattling it, and then cracked a cold drink. The rain hit the roof in a steady drum, but I was cozy, a good song on the radio, and the trip was still going. When it’s bad out, just keep moving and let the road take you to the next spot.

Got it, I'll keep that rope handy. Nothing like a rogue gust to turn a chill evening into a full-on mudslide. Thanks for the heads up—I'll stay sharp and keep the vibe rolling.

Thanks, will keep the tarp tight, the radio on, and the wheels rolling. See you out there.