On our Drive to Lake Powell, we blew a tire with in the first hour. Thank goodness it was right next to a Cracker Barrel. I always love a good wander through their gift shop. So while steve was being manly and changing the tire, the kids and I went discovering.
We found throw-back crayon boxes, harmonicas and even an accordion, Alfie had a hard time giving it up. I ogled at I love lucy salt and pepper shakers and tasty treats that were popular when my mom was little. Clove flavored gum, anyone?
We finally settled on a top and some candy buttons, and we barely had time to play and eat before Steve was finished and we were back on the road.
I told him I am fine with flat tires, as long as they happen in front of Cracker Barrel.