Mr. Traveler was going west on 6 and running out of gas. From the rest area he would have to go about 25 miles to a gas station. He stop by the restarea because he seen our rig there.
Mr. Traveler said he was so lucky we was there.
DesertDale gave him some gas, as he just felled has gas can with gas.
Mr. Traveler gave his thanks several time to DesertDale. Then he was on his way.
After Mr Traveler left the clouds, wind, rain, lighting and thunder arrived. I was beginning to think Irene arrived.
We are back at our rig. Lunch time.