And here I thought it was spring.
The temperature dropped ten degrees from one side of Arkansas to the other. It was still in the 50's, though, so I shouldn't complain.
At one point I got slowed down a bit. Two cars had scattered pieces of each other across both lanes of the interstate. An ambulance on the scene, both cars on the side, debris everywhere.
One car appeared to have spun out, its driver's side door smashed in. The driver looked to be conscious, though.
The other seemed to have hit a tree. Maybe it had just stopped short of one, though—with the bushes surrounding it I couldn't tell for sure.
As I moved carefully past on the shoulder, two cars cut in front of me.
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