The family and I just returned from a week long adventure in wilds of
Missouri. After baking ourselves in the 100 degree heat in Lake of the Ozarks, home of
Party Cove, we drove back to the flat lands of Illinois. We took the scenic route back, covering many rural communities and enjoying the rolling hills of good ole Missouri. If we hadn't taken this route, we would have never found these: Busch Bavarian beer sign and 2 two gallon Western Stoneware jugs.
Pretty good score in the middle of nowhere!
And this wasn't the best part. After small talking with the guy putting on the garage sale, he found out that I was from Chicago. Well, lo and behold, his wife is from Illinois, so obviously we have something in common or must know the same people! So now he is yelling at her to tell him where she is from since he forgot, but she is ignoring him. Next thing you know he is telling me she is from mile marker 148! Where the hell is that dude?! Like I am supposed to know where mile marker 148 is.
