7:36 p.m. shoshone, ca. no cell phone receptionthe notepad that i'm writing on already says so much about this town. shoshone has already given me several things to write about, adn i was wishing i'd brought the journal that my sister gave me for my birthday a year or two ago. she suggested it could be a travel journal, but i've been using it as a way to remember special experiences throughout my day. in short, i didn't bring it.
my room at the inn has no complimentary stationary, nor did i find any in the front office. the chevron station next door looks far more like an old west general store that a convenience store. as i was the only customer in the place, the man refilling the drink cooler politely asked if he could help me. i said i was looking for any sort of a notebook or writing pad. he apologized for not carrying anything like that, then offered to see what he could find. rummaging through the shelves behind the counter, he pulled out a zippered leather planner and set it in front of me. he leafed through it until he found the notepad section and tried to pop the rings. they were zip-tied shut, so he grabbed a pair of scissors and clipped them, all while i watched in touched amusement. he smiled and handed the book's entire notepad to me, declining anything that i could offer him. and he said he would pick up some real legal pads tomorrow, since he knew how important they were to us for taking notes and such. i thanked him for running the most helpful gas station i have ever been to, and as i walked back to my room, i couldn't help but smile at the warm fuzzy feeling growing inside of me.