Normally at a highway rest stop you're like everybody else. You stop and walk around and go to the bathroom and then drive off. Sometime, you should bring a chair (or a tarp and a pad and a book) and sit and watch people for awhile.

I met the usual families coming and going from Yellowstone.

Then there was the carload of four Shoshone Indians returning home to their Fort Hall Reservation home after a trip Northwest to catch huge salmon with their traditional wooden poles (strapped to the top and nearly as long as their 1968 Ford sedan).

(Just a few people kind of glared at me, wondering what I was up to, sitting at the rest stop)

And personable Idaho native Leroy Lewis sat and talked with me for a really long time about the route I'm planning north through Idaho.

Interesting to be a watcher at a rest stop...