Hey y’all! I’m alive. I hauled ass and got to Iowa today. The drive was pretty boring. Lots of corn fields and such, but the sunset was gorgeous! Sunsets never get old, do they.
I still had an hour on the road after the sun set to get to my destination so my anxiety began to kick in some. I also had to find dinner and got some bomb dot com Thai food. Then finding where I was going to sleep became a tad concerning: I had some options of where to stay: hotel parking lots, a Love’s and a desolate Cracker Barrel. I heard Cracker Barrel’s were great for overnight parking, but this Cracker Barrel was kind of off the beaten path and the air smelled like moist garbage. I remember opening the bag for my Thai food thinking “oh God, is this what smells and rolled down my windows and immediately was like, “NOPE it’s the GD air that stinks!!”
I really didn’t want to be inhaling wet garbage smell all night, so I reached out to women in my solo women traveler’s group and one woman said she was from the area and that it’s not the safest place.
Jesus Christmas.
So it’s like 9pm. Dark AF. I gotta pee. And I’m still trying to find a place to slumber.
9:30pm: found a place!!
I am chillaxing in my bed in my car and am writing this out now.
OK, I’m going to settle in, figure out where I want to go tomorrow and get some sleep. Thanks for reading!💙
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