After finishing up filming in Cane Creek, Alabama, one of our next stops along the rural highway toward Memphis was Walnut, Mississippi, a small community of around 800 folks. Within a few minutes of pulling into the parking lot of the town baseball fields, a friendly guy named Chase, who it turns out was the head of the Parks Department, came over to say hi.

The warm humid breeze of rural Oklahoma reminds me of the shock to my body two months ago when I joined the walk in northwestern Alabama, near Florence. Skin covered in moisture, either exuding from inside as sweat during the day or condensing as dew at night. My body is now fairly adapted to this environment, or at least I have habitually gotten used to it and it no longer attracts my attention.