"Here we go again" I thought.
I was wrong.
The officer stood with one hand on his service belt and his other hand on the side of the cruiser and listened to my story.
I believe that is one of the very few times in my seventeen-years on the road, that I totally blew a law enforcement officer away.
My conversation with him led to two more cops from different jurisdictions who brought me along on a shelter search of their own.
We never found one that had room.
Finally, the third cop drove me to a motel and bought me a room for the night.
I thanked him, he winked back at me, and fifteen-minutes later I was watching a reality show on the Discovery channel.
When I glanced at the clock in the room, I realized that exactly twelve hours had passed since I had first sat down on that guard rail earlier that morning.
I knew then that I had to get right out of that area the next day.