We wake to patch tires, more due to the encouragement of tactful folks than my rant but pleasing nonetheless. A nice adventure at a truck stop midway through the day, and a benefit of my lack of coordination: I kick the 1 soccer ball our group has onto the roof above the gas pumps. Dumb luck combined with lax liability laws allow me to get a ladder from behind the gas station, a truck to set said ladder upon to increase its reach, and permission to rescue the soccer ball. The most exciting thing atop this structure is that the gutter's actually in the middle of the roof, with both sides sloping in. Not a huge discovery, but still something newly learned.
A special perk to this evening: we get to sleep in an actual, hay-bale-holding barn. "Can I Sleep In Your Barn Tonight, Mister?", the favorite song of one of my grandpas, runs through my head more than once.