Camping sucked. It rained all night, I slept on my back (on a rock), and my tent flooded. Also, some train tracks were nearby, so now every time I hear a train whistle, or whatever the noise is called, I'll probably have a heart attack.
Only positive was that I went through Springfield, IL on the way out and got to go to the Lincoln Museum for free, with it being Abe's birthday or something. I learned that Linkin-Logs are actually called Lincoln Logs because it was made by his family. Never have I felt so lied to.
I already noted the problem before, but this guy can actually give something in return for a donation.
It's a good cause.
