Dump and dance.

September 15, Vernon Hills.

We spent last night, the first of a four-day stand, driving half an hour each way to a travel center off I-94 to dump, as Fridman found out today that our black water tank was broken and leaking and we needed to have it empty and dry for him to repair it today. 
Much different program tonight: Sara rented a DJ and organized a dance party in the big top.