As the desert sky was transitioning from pink to black, storm clouds off the horizon seemed to foreshadow pending doom.
SNAP ---- . . . dang!
My chain broke, leaving me to a hike-a-bike back to my trusty old Ford truck.
With the wind blowing the storm clouds my direction, I took comfort in knowing that I had gotten out of much worse situations in the past.
Pushed on by the thought that my wife be a widow and my daughter fatherless. I conjured up the strength to push onward.