I would like to give a shout-out to American rest stops. My husband and I are road warriors, especially in the Age of COVID, and we have stopped and eaten our picnic lunches in some simply lovely and lovingly cared for rest stops. Along the coast route in Northern California there are rest stops in groves of redwoods, one even offering a…
I would like to give a shout-out to American rest stops. My husband and I are road warriors, especially in the Age of COVID, and we have stopped and eaten our picnic lunches in some simply lovely and lovingly cared for rest stops. Along the coast route in Northern California there are rest stops in groves of redwoods, one even offering a twenty-minute trail to a lookout over the Pacific. In Montana you can hike up a steep hill and see forever into the the distance. North Dakota offered us a secluded picnic table in the midst of a prairie where the bison roam free. Very free! There was ample evidence that the open prairie extended to the picnic area. Not always, but usually, the restrooms are clean and safer than gas station restrooms because they are naturally quite well ventilated.
All the same, reading your newsletter I can’t help waxing nostalgic about the many bike trips we have taken in France and the culinary wonders we stumbled upon in quite unexpected places—tiny towns or just a restaurant in the middle of nowhere, with no town or even houses close by.
Thanks for another great distraction, David. It’s always a treat when your newsletter pops up in my inbox.
I would like to give a shout-out to American rest stops. My husband and I are road warriors, especially in the Age of COVID, and we have stopped and eaten our picnic lunches in some simply lovely and lovingly cared for rest stops. Along the coast route in Northern California there are rest stops in groves of redwoods, one even offering a twenty-minute trail to a lookout over the Pacific. In Montana you can hike up a steep hill and see forever into the the distance. North Dakota offered us a secluded picnic table in the midst of a prairie where the bison roam free. Very free! There was ample evidence that the open prairie extended to the picnic area. Not always, but usually, the restrooms are clean and safer than gas station restrooms because they are naturally quite well ventilated.
All the same, reading your newsletter I can’t help waxing nostalgic about the many bike trips we have taken in France and the culinary wonders we stumbled upon in quite unexpected places—tiny towns or just a restaurant in the middle of nowhere, with no town or even houses close by.
Thanks for another great distraction, David. It’s always a treat when your newsletter pops up in my inbox.