A sudden, intense cloudburst between Chicago and Madison, Wisconsin has the bus taking on water in a few places. The roof vent and windshield weatherstripping are not as impervious as previously believed. The humidity spiked to 100% in minutes. We stopped under an overpass and I felt like I'd been slapped in the face with a hot, wet blanket.
The cool quiet and cold water are a blessing after not having had a shower in a few days. I'm sitting on a log with my feet dangling in the water and minnows are nibbling on my toes. It seems strange to be in a swimming hole in the middle of America on a Tuesday afternoon.