Thursday, March 25, 2010
(Of course it's true. I felt like an idiot for not considering - and planning for - this possibility. I lived in the middle of Kansas for eleven years so rural living shouldn't surprise me. But this was the same Iowa trip when I forgot to take my winter coat to Christmas since it was so nice and warm here. There were feet of snow on the ground in northern Iowa. I'm sure I made a great impression.)
I managed to forget all my lessons again on a roadtrip I took with Ada this week. Partially I take for granted the conveniences of city living. Partly I just figure that the rest of the country is adopting those conveniences at an impressive rate so why worry?
Why? Because Ada and I ended up stopping somewhere in southern Indiana at a gas station that didn't even have a name posted. The bathroom was disgusting. And there was no fast food of any kind in town. But my GPS assured me there was nowhere else to stop for at least 35 miles.
There are a few places to replenish and rejuvenate between St. Louis and Louisville, but outside of the two metropolitan areas, it's helpful to schedule stops in Evansville or Mount Vernon. Otherwise, the pickings are slim.
For the return trip, I prepared. I mapped my route then asked Google to show me all the Starbucks along the way. Pop poppoppopop pop. Little dots popped up everywhere . . . in St. Louis and Louisville. The only Starbucks en route were in Evansville, a 30-mile round trip from the interstate. I do love my lattes, but not that much!
Fortunately, my unsophisticated palate can handle gas station coffee. And we had a lovely dinner at a chain restaurant in Mount Vernon. And I stocked up with a Venti off Bardstown before crossing the Ohio.