I am impressed with Connecticut. Driving along Route 15, there isn’t much else but trees and two lanes on each side of the road. The overpasses are charming and the falling autumn leaves completes the picturesque New England landscape, but what makes this road tripper beam is the sight of the Exxon rest stop. They look like quaint white-trimmed houses alongside the highway, with gas outfront and clean bathrooms inside. Even the Bengal Traders coffee sold there is leagues tastier than the regular gas station jet fuel. I am convinced Connecticut is a charmed place. Where else could I be excited enough about rest stops to recommend them here?