Clear and warm. Had breakfast and services, and so departed. On Scrub Ridge, we came upon an old stager who had planted himself in the center of the road, tying up some seven carriages. We all finally got by, very fortunate there were no females in the company. The rest of the way was dusty and hot. Had dinner at Mullins, at the foot of Parnells Knob. Rested awhile and proceeded home arriving about six. Glad to find myself home again.