On Highway 40, as we headed toward Lake Havasu, we pulled our rig into a rest stop; the first one east of Barstow. It was my turn to drive, but before I “took the wheel,” I spent a few minutes getting in a little leg stretch. When I saw the scene pictured here, I stared for a few minutes, then went to the motor home for my camera.
As you can see, at this lovely rest stop are beautiful water fountains; actually there are two, one situated a bit higher than the other. They are fine water fountains—appearing to be polished stainless steel. Only one problem: According to the sign posted over them, those lovely water fountains—the only ones I was able to find at this rest stop—are full of non-potable water. Our parched throats will not be soothed here—can’t drink the stuff.
I turned the knobs to see if indeed the fountains work, and yes, clear looking water gushed from each of them. A lady passed by, I caught her eye, and we smirked together.