Yesterday, on October 15, we drove away from that state park by Iowa and ENTERED Iowa in less than an hour. For an hour or two we just rode along, and I started the book I got from Mark Twain's house in Hartford, CT, The Prince and the Pauper, which is written by Mark Twain. I also blogged a little bit, and sat up in the front seat with Dad. At one point in the road we saw a huge area with many trucks. There was a very big building that kind of looked like a house and a big sign that said clearly: Iowa 80, the World's Largest Truck Stop.
"Come on guys let's pull in," Dad said as he steered the R.V. into the parking lot.
Mom sighed as if to say, "Come on!" in reluctance. I thought it was silly that they made that big of a deal about a truck stop, but I was curious to see what it looked like. As we got gas at a gas station(we had a choice of three) we then parked and got on our jackets,ready to go. I got my video camera, not knowing what to expect.
We foolishly left the R.V. unlocked and still running, not thinking we would be to long. We would be.
Apart from the big part, in front and two the right was a small gas station store, and up on a hill to the left of it was a flat roofed building that looked like they were expanding it. On the front was a sign saying: Trucking Museum. It was a museum all about trucks.
In the gas station we looked around, and there was basic stuff a trucker would need, and many parts and things. Stuffed in the back of a corner was a little fast food restaurant, but the name escapes me at the moment. Anyway, by a place with movies, Rebecca was bored out of her mind. "Why don't you just look at all those movies," I said, pointing to all of them. "There all adult movies," she replied with a pout. "Yeah, 'cause all truckers are adults."
Something unexpected happened. A gruff looking man with a blonde beard and a very tall stature stopped walking. "What did you say about truckers?" he asked to me with a mean and suspicious look. "I said all truckers were adults," I answered. Mom then explained why I said it, which you already know. "Oh, well, my son started driving a truck when he was 15," and then he started walking again. Despite that part, we talked to him a little longer and he told us the way to get to Minnesota. We thanked him and parted.
Then we went to the other building, the brown nice paint job with it's home-like look. On the middle of the sidewalk was the sign we saw before,(the one that said Iowa 80, the World's Largest Truck Stop) in flashy yellow and blue colors with a truck and a world in the background, underlaping with the words. We took a picture with it, and went in to the trucking stop. It had cashiers right in front of me to the left, and stairs with an upper level, that had a long walking balcony. There was a lot of materials, from truck seats to truck horns. Clothes, movies, books, and an actual red truck with a map along the side of it, with a truck going through it all. It was funny. The ceiling was very high, very modern was that room, and there was many many people in it. For a few minutes we looked around on the ground floor, seeing more truck parts and stuff, and then we went upstairs. There, there was souvenirs, and like five restaurants in a food court. It was a HUGE truck stop, and I was amazed at it. Also, we went up some more stairs and went into the balcony area. There was a laundry mat, a barber shop, pay phones, and even a dentist. It was un real in that up area that was very quiet and looked like a doctor's office. Up in another part, we saw showers and even a small room with a T.V. It was so much stuff!
Eventually though, we left after an hour at the truck stop. We then went for about two more hours, and pulled into an R.V. Park in Iowa called Lazy Acres. I then read for an hour or two while Dad got pizza at a crowded shop. We also watched the GA/ Vanderbuilt game, and I talked to a good friend. I then got my bed out and slept a little. We had a lazy time at Lazy Acres. The whole day I was feeling sick though, and I head a head ache, and my ears hurt. I also was sneezing and stuffy. It was a good day, but I was a little sick.
Goodbye for now!
I don't want to be a trucker when I grow up,
Andrew.
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