On our way to visit my in-laws in a very tiny town in Missouri, I got a kick out of the "mile" markers along I-29. I've never noticed before a highway with "mile" markers every .2 of a mile. If you would've been behind us, you might've thought my HH was a little inebriated. He kept moving over to the side so I could catch one up close with my phone. It took a few tries.
We stopped for lunch at a McDonald's because that's about your only choice. This fun duck was flapping his wings at the passersby.
They had lots of yummy choices.
Chocolate chip and strawberry shakes. Yes, please.