End of Day 1.
Pulling into town, one of the exists listed a restaurant by the name of “Machine Shed”. Intrigued by the name, I doubled back as soon as I could. Turns out to be a slightly higher class version of Cracker Barrel (Gift shop and all). Drinks served in mason glasses, waitresses in checkered shirts and overalls, you get the picture. Also, it turns out that “Machine Shed” is a chain... but since ONE, I did not know that, and TWO, it's only a chain in that one state, I don't think I broke any rules.
After dinner I "borrowed" Internet access from a nearby hotel, and looked up the budget hotel chains in the area. I found the cheapest one that listed Internet access (yes, I see the irony), called them up and made a reservation. Getting there was harder than I expected, as they had a surprising lack of sinage.
First, and most importantly, it turns out that their so-called Free High-Speed Internet consisted of a single linksys wireless AP placed SOMEWHERE in the hotel such that every room got poor signal. Furthermore, no matter how hard I tried, it would not let me connect. When I asked about it, the girl behind the desk just said that it sometimes does that when it storms.
Secondly, the room had, for reasons I will never fully comprehend, a rocking chair. Not some old time granny-classic rocking chair, one of those new tube-steel “Gliding” Rocking chairs with black steel frame and blue faux-velvet upholstery. It looked surprisingly conformable, except for the numerous “Mysterious” stains.. I did not sit in it.
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