First rule of road-tripping: when you see a tiny, hand-painted sign that says “Antiques,” you should definitely go wherever it’s pointing, because what you might find is a half-gas station half-junk shop, and in that junk shop you might be able to find something called “Weepy The Wee-Wee.”
We spent yesterday driving from Williamsburg to Asheville, and arrived about four hours later than we expected to, but that’s okay: the reasons we arrived later were:
- Weepy The Wee-Wee
- A whole bunch of roadside cows, with associated babies
- Grits
- 2-for-1 sour gummi bears
- Moon Pies
- Weird roadside Marlboro sculptures (I actually think this might be the Marlboro headquarters)
- Potential job opportunities for Kendrick
- And a sunset at the top of the world.
