I woke up this morning with just 100 miles to the border. I also realized there was gunfire everywhere. After realizing that no, this wasn’t Compton, I did recall the sign where I snuck into the woods last night: Conservation Area. Conservation is code word for hunting, and the hunters woke up before I did!
I broke camp and cruised out, hoping my frail rim can take a cue from NWA, aka “the most dangerous group alive” and get a little “gangsta” all the way back to Buffalo.