Rest stops on highways are liminal spaces where the veil is thin and nobody can tell me differently
The explanation is that liminal spaces are in between places that bridge Here with There, so in fairy tales we often have the Fairy Ring, the Forest Clearing, the Sudden Misty Foggy Forest, the Bridge, the River, graveyards, in some cases
We also have a ton of american urban mythology around famous roadways and sites off the sides of roads
Archetypes like these occur to mark the places in the world where the veil goes thin and humans can have extra-worldly experiences, out of the ordinary way of living
So why wouldn’t transient spaces like rest stops where everyone is just passing through from one place to the next, never stopping for too long, not be a liminal space where spirits frequent, too
Especially since nobody would know if they were real or not
This is how I feel about airports. I hate going through security, but once I’m in, I’m nowhere and everywhere. Neither here nor there.
Driving I-10 between LA and Phoenix, I once saw a closed rest stop around sunset, in the desert about halfway across the state of California. Rest stops are closed temporarily or long-term all time from what I can tell, especially in this part of the country, because drought can make the toilets unusable so I didn’t think anything of the fact that it was closed - just thought it odd, as I drove on past its on-ramp to the interstate, that it was marked as feeding into I-18, not I-10.
I looked up I-18 later. It doesn’t exist.
I drive between LA and Phoenix fairly often, so I’ve looked for that rest stop again and never seen it. I’ve seen a rest stop in the area - I didn’t think to check my odometer, so I can’t be sure how close - that was open, and signed correctly as being on the 10, but I’ve never managed to catch sight of that I-18 rest stop again.
Maybe I’ve never driven through at the right time again. Twilight is a liminal space, too.