When the wind picks up in the flatlands, and you need a rest, it's not enough to just stop. You have to stop and get out of the wind. I can't explain it any better than that. It's just exhausting, and you need to get out of it, away from it to rest.
This was just a prelude to what we would experience on the other side of the Ozarks.
See that tree-line in the distance? We agreed to take a break there.
As we were stopped by the side of the road, we saw this van, tucked in the trees. Shelter from the wind is not really an issue if you're in a closed vehicle, is it? This guy was just hiding...
What was he doing in there? It was creepy as hell. What was that about?