Besides nailing a duck head on as it flew up out of the grass and tried to make it across the highway, it was a very boring drive. We dropped our bag and chatted with the trio for a minute and bought a little bit of hash from them. Kentucky, i can get you that close. We parted ways with the other travelers and followed the driver to his rig. We climbed up into the trailer. It reeked of cow manure, and the hot, humid mid-western air only made is worse. It was much cleaner in there than the rest of the trailer but there was still a few brown stains on the floor, but it still smelled pretty rank. My body was surging with energy, we laughed and hollered, the truck rolled forward ever so carefully through the parking lot. We set out on the highway and past the incandescent glow of the truck stop and into the dark hazy night. The full moon blazed red in the distance. The hot air blew across my face as we passed every car on the road ever so blissfully. Every bump shook the whole trailer making a sound like shopping carts crashing into each other. It was uncomfortable to say the least. Right down onto the deck. Both of us would let out grunts of pain and then we would laugh. We stopped a few times during the ride. Gauges truck stopped on the scale we were hunkered down in the corner trying to lay low as not to be seen by the camera right beside us on a light post. It felt like we were stopped for way to long. Gauge pulled his truck off the scale and back onto the highway without incident. We made a couple stops at some truck stops to re-fuel. Gauge would climb into the trailer and check on us.