If you've traveled with kids (or perhaps, an elderly person of questionable continence... or your college roommate with the "hamster bladder") then you've experienced the unfortunate need to pull over at a rest stop.
Before you go all Captain Obvious on me, consider the concept: a stand-alone restroom... owned, operated, and serviced (occasionally) by the government... cooking in the middle of the desert... offered for the admission fee of "on the house." Yes, friends, you get what you pay for.
On our last trip screaming down the I-10, it was this on an almost-empty La Croix can for my 6 year old. In retrospect, we would have been better off just pulling off on the shoulder and engaging in a little "drown the fire ants." Still, we would not have seen that cool rattlesnake warning sign. Or enjoyed the wonderment: if you smell that much poop in a short period of time, what are the chances you can absorb Hep-A through your sinus tissues?
Well, it is what it is. Don't drink so much water next time, or try to go when you stop at Arby's. Yeah, I know, I don't admit I occasionally stop at Arby's too, when I'm road tripping. I won't tell if you don't. read more