
Our traveling tramp made it to the outskirts of Des Moines, but due to the failing of several levies, he soon faced many more roads underwater... more than he wanted to deal with. He finally decided that he had to go around the city and come in through West Des Moines. While traveling on the south border, the Fool caught the sight of another walker with a big pack. But before he could catch up to him, he was gone.
The Fool considered camping in a luxurious hotel room, but opted for sleeping in some bushes between a McDonald's and a bank.
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