What do you know about heading south, with your hand rubbing the back of your neck, from this place to that one? Try to live it up with me, ride through the marsh and then into cities where slaves cut out in the 1830s and let's get this started.
We'll bring my truck up to here while you daydream and I want to stop at the bay. I don't think I told you what's down there in the water, what rolls out past this lake and then to the others. But when we stop, I'll put my hands in the river, and you should too, before we drive back down to the border.