Apologies to all of those who don’t recognize the musical reference by the blog title. MORE apologies to those who do. I just couldn’t resist.
Why does the rest stop in Texas (and there is just one on I-40) get it’s own blog? Because we were so glad to stop there! Part of it was that we had been on the road for more than 24 hours at that point. Part of it was that it came up right in the middle of some very cool landscape. Part of it was the playground for the kids to stretch.
At any rate, it was a great spot to stop for breakfast, watching the sunrise over the landscape, changing clothes, and freshening up.
There is something about washing your face and changing clothes and whatnot in a rest area that really makes you feel you are less a recreational traveler and more a member of the Joad family on the trek west. Maybe it’s because 40 follows the old Rt. 66 so much out here. Or maybe it’s just me. It’s probably just me. The didn’t use apricot face scrub and have Victoria Secret perfume. And they didn’t have air conditioning. And several of them died. I really like our way of traveling better.