I think you made a right decision when you took off traveling.
I've been to most of these places, except Florida. When I first went to Hanksville, we stopped at a tiny kind of shack of a place for drinks and snacks. The front door had a screen on it that snapped against the jamb every time someone opened the door. Decades later, it was replaced, I guess, by a much larger building that sold everything from food and supplies to tee shirts and truly devilish home-made pastries. Ah, those Mormon ladies and their baking. On the back wall was a community bulletin board and roster with photos of local boys sent to Afghanistan. That little wooden shack had morphed with the growth of the town to a huge general store on the outskirts of Capitol Reef.
I loved this, especially your comment about driving a long way just for good food. when we lived in Montana we would drive the 100 miles from Flathead Valley to east glacier for Mexican food. I would drive 200 miles for more for great Mexican food!
I think you made a right decision when you took off traveling.
I've been to most of these places, except Florida. When I first went to Hanksville, we stopped at a tiny kind of shack of a place for drinks and snacks. The front door had a screen on it that snapped against the jamb every time someone opened the door. Decades later, it was replaced, I guess, by a much larger building that sold everything from food and supplies to tee shirts and truly devilish home-made pastries. Ah, those Mormon ladies and their baking. On the back wall was a community bulletin board and roster with photos of local boys sent to Afghanistan. That little wooden shack had morphed with the growth of the town to a huge general store on the outskirts of Capitol Reef.
I loved this, especially your comment about driving a long way just for good food. when we lived in Montana we would drive the 100 miles from Flathead Valley to east glacier for Mexican food. I would drive 200 miles for more for great Mexican food!