On the journey home I found the best and at the same time cruelest truck stop
Not a lie, I really did. There is a Pilot truck stop either east IL or west IN (I lost track over where I was on I-70E) You see all the rest stops (much like on I-64W) were closed on 70 so I made stops at Pilot truck stops (best gas prices, big stories, rest rooms, can fuel up on coffee so I have to pee bad by the time I hit the next one)
This one had a McDonald's on one end and a Subways on the other and in the center was a Cinnabon. This place smelled of bread and cookies and cinnamon rolls baking. THIS is what heaven smells like. And yet so cruel because everyone working there has to smell this all day without getting the goodies.
The trip home was mind-numbingly boring and easy. Literally jump on I-70E for a few hundred miles (while I sit there wondering how many countries I just drove thru if I were in Europe) until I do the dogleg around Dayton OH to 35 which brings me all the way home. I forgot the Popeye's was on a different dogleg near 71 so I missed it so yet again I had to eat in Chillicothe. By this time I was exhausted (and vaguely nauseated thanks to ALL the caffeine I'd ingested) so I didn't want to eat at the plethora of Mexican joints because I knew I'd eat chips and get even sleepier) so I went to Appleby's and remembered why I don't eat there. Ah well.
Rocket was waiting for me here and was very obnoxious about me being gone. I get he wants held but a) I'm trying to unpack b) he stinks like shit from sleeping in mulch again c) he needed to wait and he didn't want to (yes he finally got held)
Tomorrow I have to get all the receipts to work (but they've already sent me the check...)
I had fun and I liked my hotel except for the bed which was so hard it didn't even dent under my considerable weight.
This one had a McDonald's on one end and a Subways on the other and in the center was a Cinnabon. This place smelled of bread and cookies and cinnamon rolls baking. THIS is what heaven smells like. And yet so cruel because everyone working there has to smell this all day without getting the goodies.
The trip home was mind-numbingly boring and easy. Literally jump on I-70E for a few hundred miles (while I sit there wondering how many countries I just drove thru if I were in Europe) until I do the dogleg around Dayton OH to 35 which brings me all the way home. I forgot the Popeye's was on a different dogleg near 71 so I missed it so yet again I had to eat in Chillicothe. By this time I was exhausted (and vaguely nauseated thanks to ALL the caffeine I'd ingested) so I didn't want to eat at the plethora of Mexican joints because I knew I'd eat chips and get even sleepier) so I went to Appleby's and remembered why I don't eat there. Ah well.
Rocket was waiting for me here and was very obnoxious about me being gone. I get he wants held but a) I'm trying to unpack b) he stinks like shit from sleeping in mulch again c) he needed to wait and he didn't want to (yes he finally got held)
Tomorrow I have to get all the receipts to work (but they've already sent me the check...)
I had fun and I liked my hotel except for the bed which was so hard it didn't even dent under my considerable weight.