As I was heading back south, my low fuel light came on. That’s usually no big deal on the interstate… just get off at the next exit and fuel up. This stretch of I-185 is pretty lonely, though. As the miles stretched on, I began to get anxious, but the exit for this gas station saved the day. I got gas(it was quite a bit higher than other places that I had passed earlier), hit the head, grabbed some road snacks, and paid the friendly folks behind the counter. The bathroom was sub-par. The parking lot is huge. They have gasoline. They have cold drinks and pickled snausages. They were in the right place at the right time.