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Wednesday
29Sep

and the scowl's genetic...who knew?

Wonder where I got it from?  Read the following excerpts from my mother’s travel log and wonder no longer.

Don¹t ever stop at the Pequop Truck Pullout Area unless sheer desperation drives you. The bathroom facilities are the old fashioned out-house variety and even though we parked a good twenty yards away, the smell was eye watering.

After Pequop it was downhill into Wendover which straddles the Nevada-Utah border. That is one town that I can cheerfully do without since it lies in the middle of flat, salt filled land. The entire area is unappealing to say the least. Wendover is also the beginning of the most boring, mind numbing part of today¹s drive, nothing but flat, salt-encrusted land for miles on both sides of a never ending road.

Downtown Salt Lake City is one of the least seedy city areas I have ever seen.  It’s a Stepford town.

As we dropped down from the mountains, we drove through an area of dairy and sheep raising. Green, green pastures with good sized herds and flocks were quite a sight to see.  Smelly, though.

We found that the rest stop facilities are even better in Nebraska, and I jtold Ili that we were traveling from rugged individualism to a more socialized attitude.

If you are “finicky” about coffee like I am, prepare yourself for constant disappointment. I drank more “dirty dish water” than I care to remember. The only decent cup of coffee I had was at the Evansville IHOP where I had three cups, two more than usual. I started our trip with decafe and switched to regular brew because it turned out to be marginally better. I even found that a cup of coffee from one of the vending machines at a rest stop was better tasting than what I was getting at the hotel/motel continental breakfasts.

The portion of the Blue River visible at that rest stop was the most awful shade of green that a layer of scum could possibly be. The four of us were treated to the most eye watering and nose clearing smell as we drove by a cattle stock yard; odor most foul!

 


Reader Comments (7)

creepy.
09.29.2004 | Unregistered CommenterAvi
She's like you, but without the swearing.
09.29.2004 | Unregistered Commenterjordan
you just made that up!
09.29.2004 | Unregistered CommenterAnnie
Did not!
09.29.2004 | Unregistered CommenterAhe
Does the fixation on horrific stenches travel thru the genome as well? Because I've never noticed that from you. Kinda weird in fact to spend that much time on it. The similarity in writing stylez is similarly weird. No offense to your mom or anything.
09.29.2004 | Unregistered CommenterJonas
I always notice stinkiness, but I don't think I have ever written about it. Weird. Smell is my best sense, I'm pretty sure, being half-deaf and mostly-blind.
09.29.2004 | Unregistered CommenterAhe
You're sure it's not your sense of style? Or you sense for weakness in others? Or maybe that undeniable sense of superiority? ;-)
09.30.2004 | Unregistered CommenterJonas

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