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A West Virginia Rest Stop

What’s the worst travel experience you’ve ever had?

Apologies to anyone reading from West Virginia, but I have seen the Mothman Prophecies several times, it’s soon to be Halloween, and as such, I don’t want to stop at a rest stop in your state ever again.

There is something forboding about West Virginia. The mountains creep up on you like when your pillows fall on you in your bed. It’s a stifling feeling. I was traveling through to get to a tennis tournament in another state and needed to stop for some food and to use the bathroom. I didn’t actually want to stop, but multiple bladders in the car (including mine) insisted.

Not only do the hills have eyes, the people at the rest stop have eyes that see through you. They look at you as if they’ve never seen anyone from “outside” before. Maybe they haven’t, but it gives one the impetus to move just a little bit faster. And that’s what we did – we did our business, bought our food, and left the rest stop as quickly as possible.

No country roads are gonna take me anywhere, John Denver (RIP).🏎️💨

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