DAY 643: Beach Bound

Tonight I am staying at a fiber mill, along with five or six other rigs. I parked in the shade next to a pond with a fountain that sounds like rain. I am about five miles from New Smyrna Beach and looking forward to sun and sand and surf. First I need gas. A friend of a friend shared an app that I hope will let me get diesel for less than the $4.59 it is now selling at. I have some writing to do, and journaling, so I am keeping this short. Sweet dreams.