At least this morning I managed to wake up in time and head out only twenty minutes later than planned. No more storms this morning and the humidity had sucked up all the flooding from last night, although I did hit a fair amount of rain off and on, while on the freeway again.
I had a feeling as soon as I hit the first turn after the Google exit for the Mark Twain landmark, that I wouldn’t be getting there and sure enough, after going in circles for twenty minutes, I opted out the circus in favour of handing myself a bit of extra time, for food and getting to St Louis earlier.
Something that continually amazes me during these missing diversions, is that they’re just about never marked but other obscure landmarks are. An example is they’ll have something like ‘Field in which Lincoln once stood’ sign-posted as an historic landmark. It’s almost as if they don’t want you to find the good stuff, but considering it’s a decent informative piece of American history, you would think the opposite would be true. I was thinking about that yesterday, that because (especially out here) there’s not much ‘visual’ history left, they feel the need to force some kind of false pedestal under the smallest of events, you know like ‘notfamoustown – visit the historical home of Joe Shmoe, 3rd in the all-American Canoe Championships’.
Just as I was leaving this morning, I passed a sign for ‘The Salty Iguana, authentic Mexican Restaurant’. I wonder if Iguana tastes like chicken.
I-70 across Missouri has at least three signs for ‘Adult Superstores’ (that kind of adult stuff) and a radio commercial for a bong store in one of the aforementioned adult stores, that had me almost crapping in laughter. The commercial ended by telling listeners in a terribly faux Jamaican accent, that they should visit the store for all their smoking needs and to expand their minds – highly amusing for bible country. I still found it odd that these stores are two hours from anywhere, so I have no clue how that works well from a commerce viewpoint.
I’ve pulled into a stop under two hours from St Louis for some food, as my stomach is screaming at me. My leg was starting to cramp too from balancing at 80 all the way (no cruise control). I opted for Iron Skillet, but standing waiting to be seated while listening to a bunch of Midwest accents while amusing, didn’t help my hunger, so I walked back out and across the parking lot to (*drum roll*) Denny’s!. Yep, they have a Denny’s here, but still no Starbucks! Anyway, I’m going to shovel down my Meat Lovers Breakfast and get back on the road.