Last night in Arkansas. I wanted to go for one last run against that hill. That damned hill. My best was three full circuits with the hill each time. Tonight I couldn't get to the top of it the first time without stopping to walk. The last few weeks work and visiting schedule cost me. The first time I slowed to rest the second time up the hill I looked down and saw I had around a dozen ticks on my legs. I started picking them off Satchel and myself before I realized they were getting on faster than I could get them off. We ran to a flat open area and cleaned off more before walk/running home to spend another ten minutes picking more ticks off.
Goodbye Arkansas. The road beckons.