Lots of letters lately question what the Love’s truck stop will bring to our valley if we allow it to be built. Light pollution, noise pollution, drugs, good wages, bad wages, sex trafficking … the list goes on and on.
The thing we seem to forget when contemplating whether to provide rest, food and showers to these drivers is the simple fact that without them we couldn’t survive.
The paper and pen I used to write this letter got here via an 18-wheeler – as did the beer I enjoyed last night, the oatmeal I ate for breakfast and the toilet paper I reached for after my meal.
Until we can provide all the things we need in this valley, it may behoove us to be a bit more gracious to all the hardworking men and women who allow us to live in this remote paradise.
– Patrice Lee