We jammed everthing from waders to 15 notebooks to complicated video equipment into our rented Prius at my house at 10 a.m. sharp. Like every other set of new Prius drivers, we thought something was wrong with the car and that it wouldn’t start. Realized after a few minutes that it was already on; it’s just ghostly quiet. We headed west on I-94 towards Indiana. The Wabash is flooding in some areas, we hear, and that’s where we’re going.