First port of call this morning was Stonehenge.
|Omnes:||O noes! ML Maire haz lost his marbles!|
|ML Maire:||Pish and, moreover, tosh!|
|No-one knows who they were or what they were doing...|
|Cuba si, Yanqui no!|
Then a few miles down the road to Fanning Outpost, which resembles an old-skool heyday-of-Route-66 general store but is:
a) rather more modern, and
b) out of business, and
c) home to this:
|A big red |
Next up, Devil's Elbow. Which would have been reached a lot sooner had the signs been up to snuff; as it was Emily took me on a scenic twenty-mile loop of mostly gravel roads through the woods before reaching the spot, named for a tight bend in the Big Piney river which caused the devil of log-jams before The Man invented logging trucks. It has a bridge.
|Omnes:||He haz! He's really gone teh Bonkers in teh Nut!|
|The best fudge comes from Uranus...|
I almost missed Gary's Gay Parita, an old gas station and general treasure trove of period tqt3 because the Ratmobile had just issued a message to the effect that the right rear tyre was going soft. It may be lying4. Anyway, Gary's is now run by a cheerful South Carolinan named George, on account of Gary and Rita both dying within a few months last year and his being married to their daughter. Old cars and bicycles and signs and helpful route advice. Top place.
|A literal shedload of tqt|
- Actually a bit further west over in Oklahoma, but I'll be in those parts tomorrow
- tqt = top quality tqt
- But the evidence suggests otherwise chiz