I awoke to find myself lying on the backseat with the blue plastic tarp wrapped around me like I were a big blue burrito. Inside the plastic I was soaked to the bone and shivering because it had got fairly cold that night.
Three key things come to mind when I think about that particular rest stop. The first was John saying that we were almost to Kansas City. The second was that it was one of those old fashioned rest stops where there are no real toilets. Instead it had toilet seats screwed down over concrete holes that went down into a deep pit filled with foulness that I don’t even want to imagine. The third thing was what I saw when I was coming out of the rest stop; but I’ll tell you more about that in a second.