My worst place I slept wasn't bad by virtue of the quality of the amenities or anything like that, it's that I shouldn't have stopped to sleep. I was riding north on hwy 395 in eastern Oregon on my way to a family event, running a little late as usual, in Spokane, WA. There was a tremendous south wind propelling our tandem along at a glorious speed. As the sun set, we sheltered on the lee side of a rest stop building. When we woke up in the morning, the wind was fiercely from the north and would remains so until we arrived at our destination.