I stumbled out of the pop-up, grabbed my cap, and my cell phone from my pocket, 10:45pm splashed across the screen. I went out to check on the guys. Darren was tucked up under the Dakota cleaning out the housing, or taking a nap, or both, it was unclear at that moment. They had a battery charger hooked to the Dakota as well, so I bent down to see if Darren's eyes were open, and asked him, "What's the charger for?"
"We haven't hooked up the alternator yet, it's some denso unit with like six wires coming out of it."
"Wow, so you're gonna just charge it and go?"
"Guess we'll see how far it takes us!"
"You have the whole E-85 thing figured out?
"Doesn't look good in Kansas, probably going to take every jug we can find with us and just load up as much as we can!"
"Optimism, in the hands of certain people, is a very dangerous thing", I thought to myself...in my best Rocko the Wallaby impression.