We used to live out in the sticks. Like really, our house was in the middle of the woods and our backyard was littered with sticks. And I would use the phrase, “Going to town”, because we did not live in town but on the far reaches of a town.
During this last year we decided we wanted to try living like other people, so we moved to a real neighborhood and we now have our own mailbox and a neighborhood pool. The theme from the The Jeffersons kept playing through my head on moving day.
All that to say that while we are actually in a town we still live in an area that most would consider rural.
For example a stones throw from our house is this place.
Pay close attention to the sign. Did you notice it? A country store, gas station and restaurant all rolled in to one. Yes we eat there, and yes it is very good. Gas is a little high, so I do go elsewhere for that.
And then at the next closest gas station is this wonderful invention.
Yep. A vending machine that you buy live bait out of! I have never had the need to use this machine but it truly fascinates me.