crossing the atchafalaya basin yesterday evening.
18 mile bridge.
so far, so good. i am sitting here in a motel room on the florida side of baton rouge and about to dry my hair and head on out. the anxiety is still with me, as it always is, but a phone conversation with the ever-wonderful michael last night reminded me to just take this a day at a time, that turning around is always an option, but so is moving forward. today, this morning at least, the direction is forward.
soon the gulf will be within view.