gas station shower

I took an 8 dollar shower at the Flying J gas station outside of Provo last night. I used the soap from the liquid dispenser, which stung my skin and eyes and stripped the oil from my hair making it impossible to run my fingers through it. Afterward we drove on for a couple hours, passing through Salt Lake City, which was bigger and more lit up at night than I would have expected. We stopped at midnight at a rest area near the border with Idaho. Subi was still a little wet from the stale pool of water that she jumped into on our earlier hike that day in Moab.  She laid her head on my stomach as we lay stretched out in the back of the Discovery and went to sleep for the night.