Stayed ahead of the rain all day. I thought my butt and hands would never make it. We rode all the way through Illinois. The Chicago Heights area was desolate. US 30 was crazy busy, there were way too many towns and strip mall after strip mall, absolutely shopping chaos. We moved down to 52, which was a beautiful old highway that was barely used any more, with few gas stations or other cars. There were no motorcycles all day, only a handful of scooters were willing to brave the threat of rain all day. We camped at a funky little campsite. It stormed all night, and I questioned sleeping in a tent with aluminum poles. We stayed dry, but our stuff was definitely a little damp in the morning.
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