Today, we woke up early for a trip North. We left our house at the unheard of hour of 8:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning. After a quick stop at Cracker Barrel, we were on the road. A back road, you could say, that wound us North through the Middle of Nowhere, Florida. At one point in our journey, the road was one lane wide. After 99 miles of arguing over the ipad, we arrived at Hunsader Farms.
After traipsing around all day, eating French fries with gravy (who knew???), riding a swamp buggy (in a field), sweating in October and spending $6 for a lemonade (twice) we decided to head home. Via the Interstate. Where they have restrooms. Amen.