You may start reading everyone elses' reviews and think, "Surely they're exaggerating!" No, no they're not. No lie or hyperbole, if you are heading west on I-10, you'll seriously think that maybe you've been punked and that you are on an Easter egg hunt that has no Easter eggs. The actual rest area is...miles? away from the exit. I don't know how far it really is, but you'll start wondering after the first little bit, and you'll speed up because you wouldn't be hitting an exit for a rest stop if you didn't need to pee or whatever. Keep going and you'll get there eventually.
And don't stop when you get there. When you realize that you're there, you are on the lower level and the hike to the bathrooms is lengthy. As in "Pack a lunch, hope for the best, plan for the worst". To hell with that. Keep driving and hang the first left, which will take you to the upper level, which is reasonably close to the facilities.
And, the facilities: Swear to Zeus, I've been to concert venues that had smaller bathrooms. There are sh*tloads of stalls, innumerable (I can count, but I didn't count them. But I could have...I promise!) urinals, and many sinks. If you ever roll up in here and can't find a place to pee or poop, flee into the abundance of woods, because some apocalyptic sh*t is happening and you should become scarce.
There's like an amphitheater that could host a Kenny Chesney concert to the west of the bathrooms. I have no idea why this thing is here. I don't want to linger any longer than absolutely necessary, but apparently, the Oracles that designed this place foresaw things that haven't manifested yet. Yet. Who knows what this excess of space will witness?
A blind person runs this rest stop, according to the sign that I saw. I left my phone in my rental, or I'd provide photographic proof. But I swear that it is true. That is one industrious blind folk, because this joint is spotless. I wouldn't eat a waffle dropped on the floor, but it looked damned clean. So, props to the blind peep.
You need a map to find your way back onto I-10 west. Bread crumbs won't help, because this is like a side trip to Aruba. You drive around a while, squint at some signs, and speculate about WTF they were thinking when they (whoever it was) did this. It makes no sense whatsoever. But it works. This is a really nice rest area, with extra clown car. Stop in just to experience the absurdity for yourself. read more