At a certain point, I suppose, the question becomes “Why stop at a regular rest area, when we can stop at an inspiring one?”
Another question would be “What, exactly, even IS an inspiring rest area?” And also “Do I need to be inspired, or do I just need to pee?” And these questions are followed by “Why I am asking myself all these questions?”
This trip – a journey, really – that I went on in October was nearly 1,700 miles of driving and very nearly (it felt like) that many u-turns. This is but one example of something that caught my attention, but that didn’t catch it in time to just turn off the road like a normal person. (Doing anything “like a normal person” is not something I generally do anyway.)
A very nice woman in Alanreed, Texas, got the church keys from her mom and gave me a tour around the inside of the church. She showed me the whole place – the door where a homeless person broke in and the room where they lived for a while, some tiny Sunday school classrooms, the old church sign, and some very scary-looking stairs to the baptistry. This open hymnal was the best of everything she showed me.