1697 miles

Took our longest break of the trip, for four hours of sleep at night. I crashed in the back while Cass reclined in the passenger seat.

Woke up and drove a little but my eyes laughed at me. Dry and unresponsive, they told me to pull over and get more rest. So another two hours of rest later we hit the road again.

Rest areas seem to get nicer the further north you get. The two in Iowa were nearly palatial. Pretty obscure, specific, and hateful graffiti in the stall though: “no more hmongs in the united states”. A little odd for a rest stop on the IA/MN border.