One of the great joys of driving through the United States is the vast variety of billboards and signs: hand written diatribes, blinking traffic directives that warn of wildlife, the absolute assurance to you, the captive driver, that the attraction at this exit is nothing you have ever seen and to miss it would be the aching loss of your life, your haunting regret, the ultimate betrayal to your children, so patiently sitting in the back seat in hopes of only petting a buffalo or walking beneath a real teepee.
My great regret is that by the time I see the sign, it’s almost always too late to take a photo. Almost always, but not always always.
Of course, this trip isn’t the first time I’ve wanted to capture the wonderment of road signs. For instance, I came upon this great sign when driving around Iceland last year (in a rental car; not in an RV). In case you can’t tell, those two cars are about to hit head on at the top of that hill in a fantastic imitation of every great three stooges sketch, but with cars instead of each other:
I took this picture at a rest area in California last year. It’s still one of my favorites:
Here’s one of my least favorites, at a rest area in the south earlier this year:
This isn’t exactly a sign, and it’s not exactly on the road, but it entertained me, nonetheless (this was at my very first parking lot overnight).
Some signs are direct, if inexplicable (this was my welcome to Nevada):
You learn about lots of cash making opportunities you had no idea existed:
I like when whoever writing the road signs takes a more personal approach:
Stillwater, Oklahoma must be the only place where video rental stores are “growing”, right?
Oklahoma also has dueling trash cans:
You learn about things you never knew were all you ever needed:
You pass places you’re too afraid to venture into alone:
I admired the childlike enthusiasm:
This isn’t so much a sign as a cornerstone for a hopeful life against all evidence to the contrary:
More snakes in Florida: a kinder, gentler set of signage:
And then there are the signs, such as in Savannah, which teach you about city laws you otherwise would never have even dreamed existed:
And then other times you learn that not every town has the same kinds of street names as you do:
I did not have time to stop:
I tried to stop. If only time weren’t ever stretching away from us.
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Saw your snake sign today at a rest area on I-75 in south Florida today.
Enjoying your blog.
I love your blog! I just discovered you through your conversation with Mike Wedland on his podcast..
I look forward to following your adventures.
Love these! I’m always taking pictures of signs. Love your blog!
Man, I love reading everything you write, whether it’s your blog, you tweets, etc. You seem like the coolest, most down-to-earth person on the planet.