So, my friends who traveled across country this past summer (the country of the United States, that is), had some good things to say about rest stops.
Here is a picture of the "Fat Kiwi," their trusty traveling companion.
State 'rest stops' can take a variety of forms, it seems. They're very useful as emergency campsites for the night. Our favourite so far is one in Montana. It looks like a park, with restrooms. But any restrooms which are heated at 6am on a cold morning win, in our opinion.
Ditto for the heated rest stops. Especially in the middle of winter.
Ah, how we miss the rest stops on I-90 between Boston and Cleveland, OH. I know them well. With their mini-arcades just outside the door, and the sunglass hut, over there. I can picture their paper towel dispensers - or lack thereof - and their functional but useless hand dryers. Their long banks of sinks. Their black stall doors. And the smell of Burger King, just outside. We miss you, I-90 rest stops. We miss you all.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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lucky me! i got to rekindle my love affair with I-90 rest stops over spring break this year... boston to richmond, indiana. next time i'll stop in cleveland for a while. :)
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