Slumber sets in

After a quick gas refill in the Quad Cities, The Mechanic is at the wheel and our cast of characters has begun to take to slumber. Fast Times, presumably the next driver in the early hours of the morning, sleeps above my perch in the captain's chair. Whine and Die, after serving her time as our first driver, sleeps on the couch, and The New Guy, First-Half, and the Architect have all found a place to rest their eyes.

Of course, the real drama is whether or not some of our sleeping friends will be able to properly transform the table and seating area into a bed. If only The Mechanic weren't presently operating the vehicle, perhaps it coule be configured.

The most recent roadside sign tells us we have less than 100 miles to go before Des Moines. Semi truck drivers have been blowing our doors off all night, though the RV seems to have the advantage going uphill as we travel the rolling hills of Iowa. I forget which boat that makes us like in Pirates of the Caribbean -- are we the Black Pearl or the Flying Dutchman?

I took a picture of the Mississippi River, but it looks an awful lot like someone took a flash reflected in a car window at night.

The landscape: unknown (darkness). The Bruce will be hard to find until daylight shines upon us.