Oh, poo.
First stop on the road trip to California. Left on schedule, making great time down Highway 5, I'm gonna hit Grants Pass before 6 pm!!
Woo hoo!!
Ferghal and Lola are zonked out and I hate to stop but I *gotta go*. As I make my way to the right side of the highway, the pups perk up and breathe their doggie breath down my neck .
Much meefing and wild tail wagging.
Pups loves them a road trip --- because that means Rest Areas!! They are dogs --- they are easily pleased.
First order of business --- figuring out where the hell I am.
I drove past Chehalis, but the rest stop sign *says* Chelhalis.
I know that's wrong, but deep down I wonder if maybe I'm driving on some sorta road to hell and I've been unknowlingly driving in the Chehalis vortex --- because if there is such a thing --- it's not in middle of the ocean near Bermuda, No, no, no , it's here. In Chehalis.
The place people dream of leaving. I could hardly stand staying long enough to pee.
Which brings me to the second order of business: Clean bathrooms (but no toilet seat covers --- that just makes me cranky), free coffee, stale store bought cookies (some road stops have ladies who make cookies, this rest stop was staffed by a couple of retired truckers who found the cookies behind the seat in the rig).
Now for the third order of business:
c'mon pups... do your bidniss!
Holy crap!
I mean literally...
Holy.
Crap.
There is dog poop everywhere.
Ooooooh geeeeeez.
I guess those "pick up after your pooch please" signs you see some places really help --- and if you're not gonna have toilet seat covers --- how 'bout some POOP BAGS!?
YES I AM YELLING HERE.
It coulda been a nice rest stop too --- couple of tables under the trees. Nice wide paths to walk around.
It could have been so nice but for well,
the poo.
Hey!
Look - they have WiFi!!
Nevermind.
Registration won't work ---
I don't think I like this rest stop, they don't even have vending machines.
Time to toutle on down the highway. read more