Day 3: we are exhilarausted

We're all crammed into the cab of a Uhaul truck and we're feeling:

Clement: "pooped"

Bennett: "exhilarausted"

Nick: "plum tuckered"

Piers: "exhaustarated"

Today we started in Milwaukee, renting this truck, after Nick made a mortal enemy with the staff of a rival renter. Renter, you know who you are. Then we loaded this truck about as full as we later filled ourselves with Culver's burgers--but that's getting ahead of ourselves! 

We filled the truck and drove to meet Boat Guy, LLC, whose name turns out to be Rich. Rich had a lot to tell us. "Let's be real, baby," he said upon learning that we hoped to get our boat in the river by nightfall. 

We were floored. But we quickly unfloored ourselves--and then floored the pedal on our new plans. Piers and Clement gave Cat-Sass the scrubbing of her short life. We learned from Christie, the amazingly kind former owner, that "Cat-Sass" was actually her father Burt's pun on "Cat's ass." Meanwhile, Bennett and Nick drove to Madison to pick up a trailer, and then picked up quite a large quantity of mosquito netting. They also grabbed some tie-downs, which we used to secure the pontoon to the trailer as the sun set. Bennett and Nick had a nerve-wracking drive back to Rich's abode, but now at long last we're done for the day. 

We're going to camp on Rich's land, unbeknownst to Rich himself. Hopefully he'll swap out the motor with amazing speed and we'll get on the water by nightfall tomorrow, but who can say what tomorrow holds--besides my radar app, that is. Tomorrow we're expecting rain. It'll be a test of all our waterproof things, that much is for sure. 

Yours in Uhaul,

The lads