Seems to me that the functions of rest areas have shifted since the early days. Used to be that stretch-your-legs and eat-a-packed-lunch were the big activities when I was a youth. Then, sometimes, make-a-phone-call was added. Now, it’s use-the-restroom and walk-the-dog. Very few diners. Little Frisbee-throwing or baseball-tossing; I haven’t seen a game of tag in decades.
We found leaves on the trees as we drifted south, but the transition to oaks instead of maples means…more bronze and no orange-reds, and so a duller color overall. And temps in the 70s…shed a layer!