When Marin and I stumbled across one rather large gator... sun bathing next to the path. We had to patiently wait for him to decide it was time to move along.
Marin just wanted to smell all the smells and walk, walk, walk. My nose wasn't powerful enough to pick up on any odors of note. But she seemed to find enjoyable scents all over.
Marking Lynchburg on the map was a no brainer. I honestly don't think there was a seconds deliberation about it in my mind.
I'm sure some Hoosier hospitality and grit were still with Lincoln by the time he reached the presidency.
A nice lady, who's age probably falls somewhere between my mom and grandma's... Informed me, why she misses front bench seating in cars.
Somethings are worth searching for. And sometimes it is the search itself that makes the looking worth the effort.
A drawback... or perhaps benefit. Is that there isn't a whole lot of room for souvenirs in a skoolie. So when you pick something its got to be special.
Why did fate toss these similarly themed locals in our path? Who knows. But our inner 10 year olds found them hilarious.