After some morale raising hot hotel showers and free breakfast we decide to try seeking dry ground at a skate park under a bridge. Unfortunately that was soaked too, so we bought a squeegee, some towels, and tried to dry off the ground enough to pogo.
We had a short session. Mena bashed his shin into a ledge trying to peg stall and sat out in the van. I broke the first set of foot pegs of the trip trying barspins to one foot peg stalls. After that we figured we’d go check out an above ground cemetery then start heading towards Dalton’s house in Tennessee.
Seven and a half hours driving north and it rains the entire time.