Coming to the End of a Beautiful Day

Back at the parking lot we were pleased to find Cassie still alive but comatose in the car. She probably needed the nap after more than a week of enduring my snores every night and especially since the experiences in our sauna-like hotel room. By now my mild urge to fins a rest room had become rather urgent. As luck would have it a uniformed guard came over to the construction crew's trailer and after conversing with a couple of French women who were hopping up and down, she unlocked the bathroom. I went sprinting over there to take advantage before she locked-up again. As a result, I was able to think again and to realize we still had a couple more hours of daylight left.