I dare you to find an iced latte in this vast selection of coffees at a Sheridan, Wyoming gas station. It was a beautiful place, but I had been through this kind of thing before. Many machines, many instructions, hidden lids, etc.

Just about every afternoon I had the chance to feel very, very stupid. And old. And not all that coordinated, too.

If you look closely you will see what looks like a very simple iced coffee dispenser. BUT…you must fill a plastic cup with ice and then the hot milk and espresso is poured over the ice, leaving a lukewarm drink that does not taste good at all.

It was hard to find cappucino without sugar added, too. My husband would wonder why every afternoon stop took so long. In the mornings I would fill my own mug with my own tea bag and “buy” hot water. But later in the day, when it was my turn to drive again, I needed coffee and a straw, as one does when driving 75-80 mph down the highway.

We are seriously contemplating flying to the lake next year.

I might be too old for gas stations.