Another post – still a bit behind, as Choppy and I have been home for nearly a month, and the blog is still on the road (not to worry – we’ll soon be caught up!).
The sign on the door of this one-seat bathroom reads, “Children Must Be Accompanied By an Adult.” This raises so many questions in my mind. Such as, even if I was 17, would I have to have an adult in the room to watch me pee? And by ‘adult,’ could this mean any creepy dude hanging out at this rural Albertan rest area?This sign says “Swimming Suits Only.” I like to think they had an epidemic of people swimming in clothes, though I am thinking it’s more likely there were a lot of people wearing their birthday suits in the pool. It was not a hotel where the patrons were the sort of people you would want to see in that particular outfit.See Choppy on the bed watching me in the bathroom? She’s using the mirror to keep track of me surreptitiously. This is every morning on the road. And at home for that matter. I’m pretty sure her favorite song is The Police’s stalker anthem, “Every Breath You Take.”I was super excited when I saw this sign, because I thought it read, “Death Star Valley.” It was more amusing when I thought there were people in northern Nevada who were such big Star Wars fans that they renamed their town than after I realized I had just initially read it incorrectly.Choppy and I rolled through Reno just as Burning Man was finishing and people were leaving (here’s a Burning Man primer. Note: Choppy and I were not at Burning Man). So we saw many interesting cars. For this one, I’m glad to know that when the Idahooo Space Invasion arrives, we can just defeat them by cutting off their gas supply. Much easier than infecting their mother ship with a virus and nuking them.This was…something…at my hotel in Reno. Space ship? Ramshackle satellite dish? Frisbee for giants? I guess I’ll never know.I’m pretty sure this was just a kid’s science project gone horribly wrong.
Travels with Choppy 