I’ve been looking at the statistics from the TIE O’ THE DAY website, which I started over two years ago. I can see how many site subscribers I have, and I can see when and how many folks have visited which post. I can see comments and LIKE’s for each post. And when the posts fly over to Facebook, everybody can see those comments and LIKE’s. Anyhoo… I wanted to see which post photos caught readers’ eyes, and which were almost completely ignored.
Here is a Bow Tie o’ the Day from May 2017. It is a snapshot which was almost completely shunned by readers when I first posted it. So I’m forcing it on you again.
I understand why city folks might not get it, but I can’t believe there are “remote location” travelers who don’t understand. Unless you carry your own port-a-potty with you when you drive through the hinterlands, sometimes you gotta make a “relief” stop. Going with Dad to work bee yards, and accompanying him on hunts, taught me to never go anywhere remote without two items stocked in your vehicle: matches and toilet paper. I admonish y’all to carry the same two things.
Anyhoo… Here’s how I got the idea for this photo: In the summer of ’17, we were selling the Delta house– which we had years before named The Beach House. (If you’re going to have a second home, it should be in the mountains or at the beach.) I was making two and sometimes three trips to and from Delta almost every week, hauling our possessions to the Centerville abode.
One of the unofficial commandments I have given myself is I SHALT NOT DRIVE ON I-15! Unless I absolutely have to. People drive on I-15 as if they are ants and someone just sprayed RAID. I choose to not bring such near-death possibilities into my driving life, therefore, since 2000, I drive to/from Delta “the Tooele way.” I honestly have never paid attention to the road number I’m driving.
On the 103-mile drive between Tooele and Delta, you will find Stockton (1 toilet), Vernon (1 toilet), an open-part-of-the-year rest stop (1 pit toilet), and Lynndyl (no toilet). Somewhere along that 103-mile drive, I always have to “go”, and unfortunately, it is often not when I’m near one of the few potty rooms. You can see why a roll of toilet paper– oh, excuse me while I write in “lady-like”– “bath tissue” is a necessary supply.
Well, on one of these moving trips from Delta, Bow Tie o’ the Day sez, “I gotta pee.” To which, I said, “I told you to go before we left. Can’t you wait until we get to the rest stop?” And Bow Tie o’ the Day started to whine, “Pit toilets scare me. I can’t pee in a pit toilet. I’ll fall in! A monster will grab my butt!” I really just wanted Bow Tie to wait until I needed to pee too, so we’d only have to stop and find a bigly bush once. We ended up stopping twice for “relief” that trip. I did not take a selfie when it was my turn. You’re welcome.