About 4 hours into my second 10 hour drive down the east coast. It has become a mixture of feelings.
The joy of new surrounds. Back country, swamps, the dilapidated trailer by the side of the road. Signs that must be 50 meters high. All advertising, fast food, bbq, fireworks or Jesus.
The mundane feeling of being trapped in a car. Praise Buddha for the truck stop!
Vending machines hidden behind bars. Toilets scrubbed to an inch of there life with industrial bleach. Rows of trucks, yet no ladies of the evening to be seen. Perhaps they're busy.