. . . I came across a trough in a truck stop earlier this week. I thought they were phased out years ago, but there it was. So I stepped up . .
There is an old family owned place outside of town called "Bonnie Springs". It's one of those tourist places where they stage Old West Melodramas and sell all sorts of western and mining themed junk. You can also go on hikes up into canyons and take horseback rides. There is a kiddie train you can ride up to the place if you park at the lower parking lot. We used to take the kids there. They loved it.
There is a restaurant there that makes a killer hamburger, at least they used to. It's not fine dining by any stretch. The restrooms there are at the other end of the adjacent room. If it's not busy, it's a long walk across a vacant concrete floor. The doors have the requisite man/woman indicators made of old pioneer clothing and have old screen door springs to keep them closed. If it were a new place it would be retro. It's not retro, all original stuff.
In the men's room, take a deep breath before entering, there is an old claw foot tub for a group urinal. If it were any farther from the wall it would be a circle of . . . well you get my drift.
Back before the boom and before we had kids we would go out there in the winter, buy hot coffee/alcohol drinks, sit around a fire pit in the dining area, kick our feet up on the stones and just relax.
It's been a few years since I was there. I wonder if it's still the same?
Fun times!
Duane