Railroad car wheels loaded on a semi-truck. There’s just something inherently wrong with that.
Well, it’s one point of view I guess. Big Bully.
I saw a van with an ad for Rock Star Energy Drink and a huge wifi signal graphic. The van is a wifi hot spot? Are you supposed to chase it down the road while computing?
A Cruise America RV went by and Dave said, “That’s what we’re doing.” He got that right. But, I’m sure glad we aren’t doing it in one of those Cruise America RVs with their obnoxious graphics.
A billboard said, ” Animals are kids, too. Don’t abandon them.” I know a lot of people who think their pets are kids but unless they or another human gave birth to them it is not true. Unless they are baby goats. We shouldn’t abandon our pets anymore than we should abandon our children but pets are not kids no matter how much you love yours.
Another billboard said, “We cordially invite you to act your shoe size.” I have no idea what they were advertising but it is an interesting concept. I wear a size eight. When I’m playing, eight is a good age to be but not when I feel like throwing a tantrum.
I like being the navigator when we are driving Interstate freeways. For three days the directions were I-15 north to I-70 east to Colorado exit 19. Even I could remember those.
As we crossed the Arizona border there was a sign that said, “Commercial vehicles must proceed to port of entry 30 miles.” That port of entry turned out to be in Utah. How does Arizona know if you went that far or not? How can they require you to pass through their state then come back before you turn to their interior?
Another billboard said, “What happens in Siever County you can share with your friends.” This is in response to “What happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas.” I never understood that last one anyway. I’m sure if I lost lots of money in Vegas, Dave would know about it. Plus, it would probably become a good campfire story.
Utah’s anti-litter slogan is “Don’t Waste Utah.” Instead of wasting it, use it all up?
We drove by some stony ground covered with a white material I think is salt. Is this where they get rock salt?
The exit sign said, “Ranch Exit.” Is there is a town named Ranch? Apparently not. Several miles later there was another Ranch Exit sign with the milepost listed above it. Then another one with a different mileage. Apparently, Utah has a lot of exits that lead only to private ranches. Some signs added “No Services.” In other words, don’t get off here unless you are headed for a particular ranch. Is that a Western Welcome? If so, don’t look for their wagon.
A sign said the next rest area had vending machines. I can’t read one of those without thinking Cheetos. It’s probably a good thing we didn’t stop there.
Then a sign said, “Eagles on Hwy.” The Eagles? A music festival?
OK. That’s enough to let you know I’m still out here. I’m working on a blog that started with about a hundred photographs. I’m trying to get them down to a more reasonable number before I post them. Watch this space.
TTYL,
Linda