This is forestry, timber and sawmill country: between Carolina, Amsterdam and Piet Retief. Pine scent and woodsmoke: my titillation. Long shadows as dawn fades and my breath hangs on the autumn-crisp air. Looking forward to a hearty roadside diner breakfast at Wimpy, Piet Retief in 30 km. Listening to Jannie Moolman crooning my heart sore. CD. Road trip. Typing while driving. Fuel reached a record high at midnight; I'm glad to have sold my truck and gone the small car route. Bliss.