All my clothes are wet. It rained hard enough, and long enough, to soak through our rooftop carrier, and my leather duffel bag. I have one dry shirt, pair of shorts and jeans left. The rest of my clothes are hanging in various places around this motel room. Hopefully I can at least find a dry pair of underwear in the morning.

Before all the rain, we stopped for lunch at "Bob's Your Uncle Pizza".

 'twas rather good pizza. We're currently in state #8, which is Nebraska. Tomorrow we will reach Fort Collins, CO where we'll crash for the evening with old buddy Mike. For now, TIRED. Will Sleep. G'night.