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In the vast, unforgiving wasteland of America’s highways—where fast food wrappers dance in the wind and gas station bathrooms look like crime scenes—one portable restroom has risen above the filth to become a beacon of hope.
Perched in front of a Love’s Travel Stop, glowing under the harsh embrace of fluorescent gas station lights, stands a 5-star rated port-a-potty that weary travelers have hailed as a spiritual experience unlike any other.
“I stepped inside expecting the usual horrors—graffiti threatening my life, an unholy stench, maybe an angry raccoon,” said long-haul trucker Hank Wilcox, who first discovered the mystical blue chamber while stopping for beef jerky and emotional
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