“Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.”
~Henry David Thoreau
And nothing makes the world seem so cozy as to be visited by friends from afar.
I’m sure Thoreau just forgot to add that last bit.
This fall I have enjoyed the new sensation of having friends visiting me. How delicious it has been!
First, a friend from Pennsic War decided to work at the Maryland Renaissance Festival, and we have had the delightful opportunity of spending out weekends together. How wonderful it is to discover a new kindred spirit! Whether sharing ciders and laughs, or cheesecake and knitting projects, or weekends have been a hoot!
Then, a friend who has been working in China had work that brought him to Pittsburgh, PA. And compared to China a five hour road trip didn’t seem too far to travel for a good friend. So a visit to Pittsburgh was made! And I have to admit I was impressed with that ol’ city. I expected smoke stacks and coal mounds, and even sought them out for a photo shoot with the new Rainbow Rampage collection, but it was a tough search down by the river’s edge to find the grit and grime. Downtown Pittsburgh was clean and trendy and full of art and life. The tourist center even has a sweet little book detailing all the outdoor art installations throughout the city. If I only had had time to explore more of them!
I did find the time to stay an extra day and attend the Mumford and Sons concert at the First Niagara Pavilion. Which was so awesome! They were great. And the adventure that took us from the Lawn to the third row was awesome too!
Then Sandra, my Swiss friend with whom I have shared many a travel adventure, came to Boston with her new beau; and I just had to head north again for a visit. It was one of my first road trips with Shelly, my big white van, and I was excited to test out the comfort-ability of the bed in the back. It was great!
On the way up I stopped off in Delaware for a few hours to visit with a friend from my Drexel days, and we caught up with each other over glasses of white wine and dainty cheese plates. Oh Wilmington how I underestimated you!
That night I stopped to sleep at a rest stop in Connecticut.
Lets pause for a moment and talk about rest stops, and deciding which ones to stop at. Not all rest stops are created equal. As a solo traveler it is important to trust your gut and look for clues. I was let in on this little tip at a Denny’s when I shared a midnight meal and a counter with a group of truckers on the I-10 West of Dallas. Straight from the lips of professionals, I took their advice to heart. I like to remember the three S’s:
Shakes, as in restaurants like 24-hour diners and fast food chains, create traffic and energy at a rest stop. It may seem bright and noisy, but it is much better to stop over at a place busy with people and frequented by patrol cars.
Semi’s, as in tractor trailers, are usually a good sign that a rest stop is well used and on the beaten path. If the stop is split between car parking and trucker parking…park with the trucks. I like to tuck Shelly in between two monstrous truckers and find myself gently lulled to sleep by the deep growling idle of a monstrous diesel engine.
Shadows aren’t necessarily your friend. But the light sources that create them are. If you are just plum exhausted and can’t bear the thought of traveling a single mile more in search of a bright glowing island of coffee and gasoline than pull into that dodgy looking blue sign rest stop off the highway. If you must park, at least park under the light. Though it was the consensus of my trucker angels that if you have to choose between pulling over under the light on an exit ramp and pulling into a dark and shadowy abandoned rest stop, choose the exit ramp!
In all of my cross country adventures I have to say that Pilot and Love’s are pretty great truck stops. They have 24 hour restaurants and mini-marts, gas pumps, lots of lights, lots of trucks, and lots of parking. You can always see them from the highway well before their exit because they have monstrous electric signs with the current gas prices printed in green and red which is a great beacon of hope when groggy highway fatigued eyes are searching for answers. And in the morning when you wake up in the front seat with your legs over the steering wheel and your feet stuck in the dash the cashier won’t look at you funny when you brush your teeth in their bathroom and pour yourself a 24 oz cup of steaming hot, incredibly bland, amazingly rejeuvinating coffee before hitting the road again. Ah the life of a modern gypsy.
But I digress. Boston. And then Houston, with another old friend and another new adventure. Perhaps those stories should be saved for another day. Each deserves its very own post I think, complete with catchy title and a photo that hints at stories yet to be told.
Over and Out,