I think we may have officially found the kitchiest tourist trap ever. It was full of all the gas station trinkets and toys, tee shirts plastered with Missouri’s silhouette, windchimes, ‘down home’ barnwood and shiplap signage, and redneck joke items. They did have fudge, though, so that’s a slight redeeming factor.
We’re pushing hard for Utah since there’s an SCA event we’re hoping to make it to this weekend. Six hours down today and only about another 13 hours of driving left til Provo!