Friday, September 30, 2011

Interstate 80 Rest Stop

Reynoldville, Pennsylvania

Last Thursday, partway through my drive home on the final day of the expedition, I pulled into a highway rest stop and made a plate of lunch from the cooler. Pre-washed salad greens from the  supermarket, pretty good pumpernickel bread, and and deli counter salads. Much easier to get vegetarian food from a good supermarket, if you can find one, than in a restaurant in an unknown town. If you're strictly vegan this won't work so well, but if you avoid eggs and dairy but don't throw a fit when they're present in the potato salad, you can get by.

So, chowing down,  I looked up and saw this almost enchanted scene of goldenrod encroaching on the well-tended lawn. Weeds!

6 comments:

Edd Fuller said...

Carl, have enjoyed following you on your expedition and am glad that you had a safe trip. I am amazed at the amount of ground you covered and admire the focus and discipline involved. I would still be doddering around some do-nut shop somewhere in Ohio. Look forward to seeing some of the work from the LF cameras.

When we return from a trip, my wife says that her eyes are full. Hope you got you eyes full and thanks for sharing.

Carl said...

Ed, I do get a bit targeted--I'm avoiding the word "focused"--on these trips. I have one small regret, disappointment. The weather was so cooperative and the "connections" from one theater to the next went so well that I didn't get to do as much shooting of "other stuff" as I would have liked. There were several chances for photo walkabouts and I've posting some of the results here, but I would like to have spent more time with unfamiliar subject matter than the way the trip worked out.

typingtalker said...

I have fond memories of family picnics at highway rest stops. Some were Sunday afternoons close to home because we knew that they were always clean and seldom crowded. Others were "found" along two lane roads while on vacation or while going "over the river and through the woods" to grandma's house.

Carl said...

TT, I do too. In particular, I grew up in Roseland, NJ, about 20 air miles west of NYC. My parents weren't much for vacations, but they did like to take day trips in the summer to "the Jersey Shore." There was one rest stop along the Garden State Parkway where we would stop for a picnic lunch on the way to Point Pleasant or Asbury Park Beach. It was far enough south to have sandy soil and shore-type scrub pines--utterly different from the woods around our house, and so fascinating to me as a little kid.

richardplondon said...

Aha! this weeds subject is becoming a little clearer to me now - are you, perhaps, viewing it all as potential salad? (grin)

Carl said...

Richard, them weeds is delicious!