Tragedy does not sleep in late. We made it to a motel around 3am Thursday morning and parked our weary hides in a motel 6 in Kearney, Nebraska. Apparently the person who pulled the fire alarm at 9am had not been informed that we hadn’t requested a wake up call. Subsequently — in a bold move of strategery — Russ’s camera crapped out on him, so there will be fewer photos from the road from here on out. And yet it doesn’t end there folks.